Attack Titan Armin Novels & Stories

Rainer sheathed his Katana and strapped it diagonally to the back of his waist instead of the side or on his back. "Don't know why, but it just feels so natural having it here. Kinda like having a tactical knife." Rainer began to walk out of the closet and quickly made his way to the elevator that would take him to the arena. Once he arrived at the entrance to the arena, he found Arthur waiting for him. “Well if it isn’t the lying ass" said Rainer with disdain.

Because of Sela's curiosity and Leo's skill. "What is your designation?" Corin asked again, his tone softer now. "Unit Gamma-Seven," he repeated automatically. Then he hesitated. "My... my name was Arin." A name. He had a name. Not just a number. The Grey Empire had tried to strip it away, but it was still there, buried deep. The elders looked at each other. This was not what they had expected. They had prepared for a monster, a mindless weapon. They had found a lost, frightened soldier from a war that had ended a century ago.

This was Tank. He was massive—a seven-foot-tall juggernaut of heavy power armor, painted in industrial yellow and black hazard stripes. One arm was a standard manipulator; the other ended in a rotary minigun barrel. Despite the terrifying appearance, his voice was young, warm, and sounded like he was smiling. Ren walked over to the table. His avatar, Wraith, was less flashy—a ghillie suit made of optical-camo fabric and a long-range rifle slung over his shoulder.

And right now Diana was all he had as family. "Bring out the tranquilizer bullets!" Alpha Darren ordered. All troops immediately fired stun bullets, it was right on target making Alpha Stevan and his troops fall unconscious. The reason why Alpha Darren didn't kill a single member of Pack Delonix was because he didn't want to start a war. If he killed even one of them in this rescue, it would be the same as raising the flag of war. After making sure it was safe, George pulled down his shield. As a result, he was immediately knocked down due to using his strength on a large scale.

“If you care about him, Armin, do something. Make this right.” Armin’s jaw clenched, and he reached out, gripping Bjorn’s hand as if to ground himself. “I will,” he promised, his voice cold and resolute. “I’ll make sure he gets the care he deserves.” He glanced at Andrine, and for the first time, his eyes held a spark of determination. “And I’ll make sure everyone who failed him pays.” -----------

Diego just chuckled softly at Ben's obviously annoyed exclamation. In the next few seconds, they could no longer exchange words. Both of them were busy fighting soldiers who were their own friends. Some of them were hesitant to point their weapons when they saw that their opponent was Benedict Arkitson, the soldier appointed to replace Reiner Anderson as the ground war commander. But, there were also those who were so eager to fight Ben as if they thought what they were doing was quite a rare opportunity.

He says through the mindlink, then, once in place, he calls out the order to get into the vehicles. Darius and I climb into the double passenger seat of Anastasia's van and she greets us with a nod, her eyes scanning the horizon as she pulls away. When I look behind me I see half a dozen warriors, including Harrison, the former Beta of Cateline's pack, all grim faced and staring out the back window of the vehicle. The atmosphere is tense as we follow the convoy of vans and when no one says anything about us peeling off individually, I figure they've already been briefed on the plan.

He carelessly pushed Selah on the floor and she fell hard. Krouen led his way to the entrance and swung the door open, only to see an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Confusion draws his face when he sees an arid-looking man with a box of macaroons. "My name's Archer and I live..." He pointed at his house on the other side of the road, "There." His plain gazes made Krouen even baffled, he composed himself and sighed. "What do you want?"