Armin's Colossal Titan Vs Bertholdt Novels & Stories

he ordered. Brand saw red. His wolf snarled low in his throat. The Hirðstjóri's eyes widened in surprise at the feral sound, taking a step backwards and drawing his blade. Brand threw an elbow fiercely into Sigurd's middle and an 'oomph' escaped the giant man's lips. His hand dropped from Brand's arm reflexively and Brand lunged toward the captain, heedless of the steel in his hand. He tackled the man, taking him down to the muddy ground, before he could gather his wits enough to use the sword in his hand.

His Balor brightly shined in amber. "Fucker just won't die, man," Mell said. "You got more of them plans coming?" "I don't know. Maybe we could try that again, but with this many Chimeras..." A tower of icicle blades erupted in the distance. The crackling sounds of the ice were followed with shrieking noises. Lars and Mell made their way there and found Wilhelmina stood in the middle of vast field littered by Chimeras' corpses. She has four arms made of ice protruded from her back, each wielding wickedly sharp icicle swords.

If I fight back, Then the Hardware-Guardian overheats and kills everyone. The Siege of the Silver God Outside, in the "Real" space of the Spire, the situation was descending into a metallic nightmare. The Hardware-Guardian that Leo had "Infected" was now a Possessed Titan. Its silver limbs were twitching with the conflict between Leo’s violet Noise and Arthur’s red Command. It was a 500-foot-tall lightning rod, discharging bolts of raw data that turned the Andean foothills into "Blue-Screens" of frozen reality.

I couldn't break my sick mother's heart with such bullshit. So I buried it. I chug down the last bit of beer in my bottle and slam it on the wooden table harder than I meant to. Yeah, I’m already in a fucked-up situation, yet I still let those assholes drag me here for some stupid drinking competition with the Polar Titans. Ice Reapers and Polar Titans will be clashing on ice for the first time, and somehow it starts with shots of whiskey. As the captain, I couldn't say no… not when Neylan thinks he can beat us because he's a rare-born dominant Alpha.

“Access denied. The Vault is a sanctuary for the Living. Not a tomb for the Dead.” "She’s not dead!" Caleb roared, stepping toward the sphere. "Open the gate, or I’ll blast this glacier into the ocean!" “Hostility detected. Engaging defensive protocols.” Suddenly, the snow beneath their feet began to shift. Four massive, metallic shapes—centipede-like drones with serrated limbs—burst from the ice. They moved with a terrifying, liquid speed, their sensors locked onto the Titan team. "Protect the Chairwoman!" Silas shouted, his rifle barking as he opened fire.

The desert creatures succeeded in fighting against the titans as two of the monstrous creatures were already destroyed, their body parts turning into molten lava that slowly sank back into the crater of flames. All that was left was one titan, a creature determined not to die like its kind. But the lycanthropes and the remaining army that had been gathered were already filled with renewed hope. They battled together, united in their fight against the titan. The desert creatures manipulated their lightning bolts while the few minotaurs and earth giants that were left attacked the titans with all the power and energy they had within them. The lycanthropes battled brutally with the dark witches

’ I say, still looking over the dagger. She elbows Soren in the stomach, surprising him. He lets her go from the impact he wasn’t expecting. She drops and rolls, swinging her leg around, knocking Soren over. Nadia is about to scream, but she knocks her down with a high kick. I watch her fist clench and fly towards Nadia’s face. But Soren grabs her arm and pushes her onto her stomach. She kicks Soren's shin. ‘Agh! This one’s feisty and a decent fighter. You’ll need all the luck you can get with this one,’ Soren says to me.

The launchers, rendered useless by the corrosive plasma, smashed directly into the side of the Titan's metal body with a beautiful crunch. The Titan's cockpit was wrenched sideways with the scream of metal, pushed to one side like a broken neck. The agile mech staggered backwards much like the Goliath had in Vietnam, sparks flying from exposed wires. The Titan, however, was more powerful than its Goliath brethren and seemed to recover from the blunt attack. It turned to face me for one final salvo. A superheavy slug struck the mech, detonating against its breached armour. The damaged mech's hull buckled with the impact and it toppled for good, command capsule soaring into the sky.

One person was so seriously injured that he was no longer able to continue fighting, so he had to withdraw from the competition. Soon, it was time to continue the competition. The audience rarely left the stadium's stands. When the eight contestants gathered in the stadium, they cheered exceptionally enthusiastically. The quarterfinals begin, and my opponent is Arthur. I know him; his father is a Beta. His father sided with Titus, so he also became Titus' powerful arm. We didn't say many words, rushed at each other, and fought fiercely. Arthur is powerful, but he cannot defeat me when he is in human form. He also knew that, so he immediately transformed into a wolf after I knocked him down.

So he just took a deep breath, preparing for the deadly beast rushing head-on to him. The bergora began dealing blows with its tough, iron fists. Arth cried as he blocked the heavy punches by only using his arms. The pummeling strikes were too powerful, almost breaking the bones on his arms. He clenched his muscles to endure the hits, but he would never last long in this state. Tormented by the powerful hand-fights, Arth jumped backward to recover, but then the beast advanced again, not giving him any chance to rest.