@clxrence
Titan.
It’s the first thing that registers in Jean’s brain when he sees the creature, and his hands immediately snap to his sides to retrieve his blades. His heartbeat skyrockets, nerves on fire as he prepares to dismount the horse in favor of the ODMG.
There had been rumors of a helpful Titan around these parts, words that trickled through the Scouts here and again, with a description similar to this one.
But friendly or not, Jean wanted to be prepared. There was no way in hell he was going to let this thing kill him. Not today.







