Your back hit the dirt with an audible thump, layering pain on top of pain as the arches in your spine rattled against the concrete. Before the attacker could advance to take advantage of your vulnerability, you quickly raised your shaking palm as a silent plea for mercy.
Hand-to-hand combat was most definitely not one of your talents, a trait reinforced by years of simply outrunning the childhood bullies rather than facing them directly. No such option existed now; you could easily exhaust Eren by endlessly dodging his swarming attacks, or overpower the dainty Armin, but when the instructors decided to punish you for your cowardly battlefield tactics, you were paired with the one person that could neither be outpaced nor outmaneuvered. The best you could do in this situation was learn to take the blows in ways that would cause the least damage.
"I think you knocked one of my teeth loose, Mikasa."
The girl knelt beside you, curling her fingers around your jaw to open your mouth. You po
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