You stormed into the mess hall. You stomped over to where your friends were sitting, an unamused expression plastered on your usual-stoic face. Not that it's rare anyways. You were pretty much a second Levi, but with anger management issues. Sasha stared at your aggravated face as you marched over to her, Connie, and Mikasa's group. Sweat formed around her forehead.
"G-guys," she said, pointing at you, "I sense a storm coming." Mikasa, Eren, Armin and Connie turned their heads and immediately paled at the sight of your angry state.
"Oh shit," Eren muttered as you marched closer, "Everyone, get ready to fucking sprint." Armin began to shake violently like a leaf. Connie and Sasha hurriedly stuffed their faces with bread and baked potatoes as if it were going to be their last.
You stood beside the table, shadow looming over your eyes. Mikasa looked at you.
"Hi ______," she said casually, trying to brush off the anger radiating from you. You slammed your hands down abruptly, causing the table to shake and nearly split in half. The chatters in the mess hall died down. Mikasa let her mouth open halfway as Sasha's face paled even more, the bite of baked potato still in her cheek. Eren and Armin let out a girly scream. They gripped onto each other's jackets, trembling like scared puppies.
"WHO THE FUCK SPREAD A RUMOUR ABOUT ME?!" you shouted indignantly. Connie swallowed his food nervously. Jean, who was sitting on the table beside the one you just slammed your hands on, choked on his food. You slowly craned your neck. A purple aura emitted from your body as your (e/c) eyes gave off a murderous glint.
"Jean? Don't tell me it's you," you said with a sickly-sweet smile. The venom dripping off your words stated otherwise.
You made a grab for Jean's shirt before pulling him off his seat. You pulled his face close to yours.
"I will bloody kill you, slow stab, by slow stab. How does that sound?" you asked through gritted teeth. The fear was evident in his golden eyes. He gulped. When he tried to tear himself away from you, your grip tightened, choking him with his collar.
"YOU LITTLE GIT!" You balled your hand into fist and punched the blonde's face. Jean collapsed on the floor, a line of blood tricking down his chin. A prominent bruise was visible on his cheek. He winced when his fingers brushed the bruised skin. You proceeded to kick his stomach. Connie gulped. The male Springer decided to be brave and make a stand. He attempted to calm you down and prevent you from inflicting anymore injuries on his friend.
"______, calm dow-" In a few seconds, his bald head was underneath your foot. The room started to panic, some already fleeing the mess hall, while the remaining took turns in ceasing your anger.
When Bertholdt had his arms locked around your small frame, you grabbed his arms and rolled forward, throwing him over your back.
When Reiner stood in front of you, you swiftly manoeuvred behind him. You spread your legs to make a good base. You quickly wrapped your right arm around his waist, left arm around his leg, made sure your right shoulder was roughly under his bottom, lifted him off the ground and threw him backwards.
Ymir and Krista stood in the background, doing nothing but watch the chaos with slight amusement.
Ymir whispered to Christa, "Damn, she's vicious." The small blonde shook her head, sighing, laughing nervously.
"She's normally more violent than this." Christa blinked when a certain raven-haired Corporal strode past her. A sweatdrop rolled down the back of her head.
Levi marched up to you.
"Cadet ______, what the fuck-"
You spun around and punched Levi. Blinded with rage, you didn't give a fuck to who you just knocked out. Everyone's jaw hit the ground when they realised you falcon-punched your superior.
Hanji and Erwin stared as Levi got knocked out cold. They exchanged glances.
"I think it's best to just let her be," Erwin said. Hanji nodded.
"Good idea, she can be scarier than the shorty when aggravated." They watched as the commotion escalated.