'Where the hell are they?' I thought, obnoxiously, to myself. Letting out an audible "Tch" I slowed my horse to a stop and attempted to quickly scan through the growing horde of people in search of my scattered troops.
Less than a few hours before, we were attacked from behind by a large group of fast, deviant type titans. None of us were prepared. They had just suddenly popped up from the trees.
As act of desperation, I ordered my team to scatter; to hide amongst the bushes, or trees, or whatever kind of coverage they could find.
What a foolish move to make.
My being cut off guard was definitely a new thing. I wasn't quite used to the whole "utter humiliation" thing either, apparently, as I cringed at the thought of my mistake.
Bringing a hand to my face I felt myself begin to tremble, and sweat beginning to fall from my forehead.
Armin, Connie, Jean, and Sasha had already returned. Jean and Sasha sporting bandages wrappe