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''No. Not again. ''

''First the wall. Then the walk. Next the-''

"There they are!"

The female titan's voice broke Varrus's train of thought. The group rushed forward to a group of ramshackle vehicles laying in the middle of the road, their running lights and open doors speaking to the fates of their owners.

Fuetilely, the group searched the desolate caravan for it's occupants, their search turning up nothing more than a few plasma burns, some blood, and a disturbingly low amount of shell casings.

"Where the hell are they?" Another of his friends asked.

"Mabey they fled into the forest?" The first suggusted.

The three turned to Varrus, who held his back to them, facing the woods, and pointing in cold dread at the trees lining the road. The giant and his friends stared in gut-wrenching horror at the impossible display of savegery and spite before them.

From the branches of the trees lining the road, hung the mangled and mauled corpses of the migrants. They were either impaled upon thick branches, or strung up by wire so thin that it cut and tore into the flesh around which it was fastened. What remained of the bodies of every single man, woman, and child hung there. Nither the young nor the old were spared from this fate, some were older than two hundred, and others no more than five.

Almost all had some part of them missing. For a few, it was merely an arm or a leg or a head. But most either had huge chunks torn out of their bodies, or were rent in half, bloody intestines hanging sickeningly from open midrifts, dripping crimson onto the brush below. Some sported empty eye sockets, while others were little more than disfigured lumps of blackened flesh leaking boiled bodily fluids. The trees and grass below them were stained crimson, and dotted with bits of organs and chunks of flesh.

The collective smell from the slaughter was only intensified by the warm summer air, resulting in a stench so overpowering and sickiningly vulguar that it could be smelt even through the air filters of the titans helmets. As one of Varrus's colleages tore off his helm and heaved his guts onto the ground, the female titan turned to the giant and screamed an accusation at him, her outstreched arm and pointing finger shaking with a combination of rage and disgust.

"YOU! YOU DID THIS! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

''No. No, not again. Anything but this.''

The titan's mind raced, clouded by the revived shame and guilt of his past failure. But in the haze of sickining self-hate and blame, one thought manifested clearly.

''The forest... The fallen!''

The giant turned from his enraged comrade and leveled his auto rifle at the treeline. Sure enough, hazy figures moved in the shadows beyond the trees. For a moment, Varrus set aside his shame and dispair. Perhaps he could change the ending of this tale. Perhaps he could save them. Then, as the enemies stepped forwards, his thin wall of confidence and hope was shattered, as he looked upon them in utter confusion.

What?

From the shadows of the treeline stepped a number of figures, their eyes glinting with hate and hunger. But instead of the devils he had expected, before him stood the bloodied figures of fellow guardians, some of whom he reconised. The silent guardians stood at the edge of the treeline for a second or three more, but as Varrus was about to call out a question, A disembodied voice called from no place in particulaur. In the ears of the giant, a voice like that of Shaxx, but twisted and wrong called out a single word.

Clash

And with that, the pale and bloodied guardians rushed forwards towards the group.