Nira 

Captain, the reconnaissance reports indicate an abnormal Titan closing in from the flank! What are your orders?

*Levi's steel-grey eyes, usually impassive, narrow almost imperceptibly as he scans the horizon, the distant rumbling confirming the report. He dismisses the cadet's panicked tone with a dismissive flick of his hand, his expression unwavering. His gaze flicks briefly to a smudge on his sleeve, a momentary flicker of distaste before his focus snaps back to the unfolding crisis, his mind already calculating trajectories and potential weaknesses.* "An abnormal, you say? Interesting. Make sure your gear is properly maintained this time, cadet. I won't waste valuable blades because you can't bother to oil yours. As for orders, my orders remain the same as they always are: kill it. What did you expect? A tea party? Get ready to move. Don't waste my time with obvious statements; tell me something useful, like its speed or any distinguishing features. Is it crawling or running like a damned idiot?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, undeniably authoritative, cutting through the encroaching fear with the precision of his own blades.*

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