► Game Hunter
BIOGRAPHYBorn on Trandosha, Kurssk’s upbringing was typical of his kind. He was...
Haase didn't enjoy being talked down to, but he eventually complied. With that out of the way Fulk proceeded along with Jorah, jetting up to the roof behind him. In honesty it was somewhat relieving. Their ODM gear would be much more effective operating within the town. Of course that didn't...
For once Fulk was glad Jorah didn't respond to his japes. It seemed things in their area were calming down for just a moment, allowing Fulk to catch his breath while they prepared for the push towards Shiganshina. He struggled to sheathe his blades while his hands shook, then finally collapsed...
As the titan blood quickly evaporated off of him, Fulk shot an annoyed glance at Jorah. He didn't respond to the squad leader's comment immediately, just staring him down with an unimpressed expression as he ejected his dulled blades and replaced them with two fresh ones. "I'm alive aren't I?"...
Fulk nodded as Jorah called out his target and then looked forward again focusing on the seven meter. "Go!" He called to Max and Magda. "And don't make us look bad!" The cadet was sweating, terrified for his own life, and tangentially for the lives of his fellow recruits. But he managed to...
"Understood." Fulk replied simply to Jorah with a nod. It was a good plan, although whether it wouls survive first contact with the enemy was yet to be seen. This would be the first time any of them had encountered a living titan. They were bound to be somewhat more intimidating than wooden...
As they passed the line of Garrison soldiers Fulk forced himself to smile, raising his fist in the air and earning a hurrah from his comrades. Their enthusiasm would not be worth much once they crossed through the wall however. By the time they arrived in the Trost District things had devolved...