If they hadn’t even bothered to give him the extra strength, he wouldn’t have needed it to deal with the odd person obsessed with the contents of his sack. At some point or another, he just stopped questioning everyone who came up to talk with him, gauging that regardless of whether they were afflicted with the “infection” or not, they would still attempt to nick whatever he had scavenged from his hard efforts. So, another person was thrown against the ground. That must have made the tenth person this evening. However, this time, Eren hadn’t looked closely enough where he was aiming, and his pitch had sent the man flying into the legs of a random passerby. His gut knotted at the sight of it, and immediately he regret not just pulling the guy into a hold. Maybe he was feeling extra dramatic today, for whatever reason. Quickly, he stepped forward, pulled the unconscious man off of the other, and then offered a hand; all of this was done with a very curious, somewhat uncomfortable expression worn on his face.
‘Uh...he attacked first.’ He excused himself with sweat running down the sides of his face. Was summer always this hot? ‘Real sorry that I got you involved. You know how it is; everyone’s always wanting to make a quick buck, even if it involves ruining someone else’s day. Weird, isn’t it?’
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