[ It's the sound of rope slipping off the cloth of his pant leg and the dull pain that comes with it that immediately sets Eren's alarm off. He protests through his teeth as he clenches more parts of his body than I care to write, and so he's left rolling on the ground, watching Mordred's fantastic Plan B.
It worked.
...Somehow.
Eren has just enough energy in him after witnessing such a comeback that he kicks his leg forward and throws his body over the man, knocking the wind out of him easy. But he's not yet unconscious, so clearly the next best thing to do is to choke him until he is. And that was easily done with a pair of hands around the man's ever sweatier neck.
Good going, Eren. ]
I don't think he has it in him to heed anymore warnings after that. Did we... [ He...lets out a short, pained breath. ] Did we do it? Is that it?
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It worked.
...Somehow.
Eren has just enough energy in him after witnessing such a comeback that he kicks his leg forward and throws his body over the man, knocking the wind out of him easy. But he's not yet unconscious, so clearly the next best thing to do is to choke him until he is. And that was easily done with a pair of hands around the man's ever sweatier neck.
Good going, Eren. ]
I don't think he has it in him to heed anymore warnings after that. Did we... [ He...lets out a short, pained breath. ] Did we do it? Is that it?