”You’re mad.” Mikasa whispered back at him, almost in shock as she spoke. Soka was standing dangerously close, with his sword resting in his hand. She could see the rage in his eyes, as he stood right before her. The limping man grinned at her, shaking his head. “I am not mad, dear Lady. I will be known as one of the few who started our path to victory. And you, you will be known as the catalyst that sparked it all.” Soka almost whispered at her, with a dark and gloomy voice. Mikasa hoisted up her blade, staring at the approaching man, with a clear intention in his gaze. With a sinister smile planted upon his bloody face, the cold blade by his side was raised up with determination to kill. 

The cold battlefield below them was almost like wet mud by now. At least it felt as so to Mikasa, as if the ground had clawed into her feet, holding her in place. Still, her body took control, preparing for the worst. Soka continued his taunting, having his blade ready with the only good arm. “You are no better yourself. You cut them down just the same. You pretend to hold love for them, yet you fought them as well!” He almost shouted at this point, anger filling the air around the two. Mikasa’s breathing became quicker, as she felt the adrenaline beginning to surge throughout her veins. She spoke again, loudly and frustrated. “Don’t pretend like you know what I’ve done! I hold no love for them, but I do not want another war!” Mikasa barely finished her sentence, before Soka charged – or well, limped forward. The blades clashed again, and the cold steel blade found it’s way towards Mikasa’s stomach, digging through the armour and causing the woman to scream out in pain, as she almost helplessly attempted to defend herself.

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