Right after the Titan fell, Sara looked to the unconscious boy in the distance. [i]'What was so important about that kid? Why are the other Titans moving into his direction?'[/i] As long as she had known the recruits inside the Scouts, only one had the kind of resources for this kind of scenario. Propelling herself in rapid speed, the white-haired woman dashed upon the rooftops, before coming across the one individual she had just bypassed, who started making noise, in order to attract their enemy. A clever maneuver; the more killed, the better. 

[color=00aeef]“Bellows!”[/color], Sara called out to the young woman, before gesturing to the shifter in the distance. Clearly, he [i]was[/i] a shifter, but why were the other giants all moving towards his position? Up ahead, she took notice of another Titan that another scout had just managed to blind. [color=00aeef]“With me”[/color], referring for the young woman to follow, before launching her hooks, and taking flight...in the direction of the Titan that was roaring in agony. With little effort, Sara made her strike while passing right by it; her swords steaming of the creature's blood. It's as if Sara didn't really need any backup, while staring death in the face. 

Landing in the opening, Sara ran across the remaining stretch between the buildings and the now-sealed hole, before jumping atop on top the body of a recently-fallen Titan, and taking notice of two cadets, and the unconscious Titan-Shifter. Sheathing one of her swords, that was now clean of blood, the white-haired woman crouched down, stretching a free hand to the young Armin, in order to help him up. 

[color=00aeef]"Don't worry. All of us have it covered here. Let's get you somewhere safe"[/color], she said all of this softly, though it was rare, because of her cold exterior. But that didn't mean Sara didn't have a care in the world for others. 

The black-haired female cadet was hesitant to move, just tightening her grip on the unconscious boy. [i]'A dear friend, perhaps?'[/i], Sara thought with her narrow, blue eyes on the girl. Clearly, all three were younger than her, but she wanted to know what had happened. Plus, she never heard about another Titan-shifter on these grounds. It was sad to say, but even though she was naturally stubborn, Sara will stay back and wait for the outcome.

They were tired. It was clear in the sagging of their shoulders, the drooping of their eyelids, and the slowness in their responses. They were still on the battlefield, and there were still Titans dangerously close to them, even if the Scouts were steadily demolishing them. She sympathized that they were fresh soldiers; green behind the ears, and in their first ever conflict with these humongous beasts. Even if they had encountered them before, it was a whole ‘nother thing in having to fight them, and come out on the other side, victorious against the odds.

The white-haired woman helped the young blonde to his feet. He was the smallest of the trio, probably the youngest, but Sarah didn't want to jump to any conclusions yet. By the look in his big blue eyes, something told Sara from within that he wasn't exactly fighting-material. There was a youthfulness to him; a gentle, child-like soul. He was young; in his prime, at least, his short, somewhat-muscular build was evident that he wasn't really a fighter, but again, Sara didn't want to underestimate him, or make guesses. 

[color=00aeef]"You survive best by always moving forward"[/color], she advised to Armin, before narrowing her eyes, and looking behind her at the dead Titan’s already evaporating steam into the air. She looked back at the smaller cadet, at the corner of her eye, and gestured to the wall before them. 

The black-haired girl, who appeared to be around the unconscious boy's age, was on high-alert, even as she clung onto his form. The blade in her one hand was tight in her grip, and the fire in her grey eyes was ever vigilant and burning; a passion to which Sara recognized, in relation to her own. There was a strength that the white-haired woman was able to determine. It looked as if Mikasa withheld a similar goal. However, it would appear that she made a vow that held the definition of 'die-trying'.