Trost Vs Winchester

When Eren emerged from the darkness behind the doorway, night had taken over.

He had to wait a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the unnatural glare of the lights in the arena.

Across from him, standing as tall as a god, Gaine Winchester waited.

Eren sensed the MANNA crackling just beneath his skin.

It was going to be a tough one, even if he had to say so himself.

"Are you ready?" Gaine called, flexing his arms.

He was amused, Eren could tell.

Eren held his chin high, the way he was sure his mother must have turned her nose up at the Winchesters. "The real question is, are you?"

Gaine began to say something but was cut off by the loud voice of the moderator, informing them of the rules of the fight.

They were the last contestants in what was potentially the most vicious bout of the day.

It was known now that Gaine was one of the strongest of the young ones, if not the strongest of them all. A prodigy.

Meanwhile, Eren was walking, seething rage. Anyone with eyes
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