"So Author-san suddenly decided to play DOOM again for whatever reason, and this idea came out as a result. Don't expect him to continue this kiddo's, the guy is a total flake."

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"You... He who walks through the fires of Hell without an ounce of fear nor regret. The man who embodies all that is righteous vengeance in this world, the unshackled beast that destroys that which is evil. You are carnage. You are death. You are destruction. You are merciless. You are fear. You are rage. You are violence. You are ruin. You are chaos. You are anger. You are malice. You are strength. You are devastation. You are hatred, destruction, rage, fear, violence, death, ruin, anger, fury, wrath, death, hatred, death, violence, rage, fury, anger, anger, hatred, fury, wrath, destruction, devastation, carnage, violence, death, rage, fear, rage, ruin, rage, malice, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILL!

... Rip and Tear, until it is done."

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There are a multitude of ways to react when one is staring Death in the face. Surrendering to despair, fleeing in fear, begging for salvation... But for the strong, they only have one option to choose from.

They fight like hell.

He is a simple being, believing that every problem can be solved with excessive violence. His tolerance for evil is non-existent, and mercy is not a word that can be found in his vocabulary. A physical manifestation of pure unadulterated rage, so long as there is an enemy to fight he will continue his rampage.

Although Samuel Hayden was currently at the top of his shit-list, he had other priorities to attend to. Namely the ten foot tall humanoid creature staring down at him. A half-chewed man was clamped in its teeth, the person having already expired from being bitten in half.

That was the only evidence he needed to unleash his wrath upon the tall humanoid. He cracked his knuckles in anticipation as it reached down to grab him. The Slayer leaped into the air and stomped down on the creatures hand, crushing its fingers beneath his feet. Evidently the giant didn't like that, as it quickly tried to grab him with its other hand. The super-shotgun manifested in his hands, and he unloaded both barrels into the approaching limb, blasting the hand off at the wrist.

A growl escaped the giants mouth as it retracted the bloody stump that was its arm. But he wasn't done yet. Activating the boosters in his boots, he jumped at the creatures head and slammed his knee into its left eye. The ocular receptor burst apart in a shower of blood and tissue, painting the Slayer's armor red with the steaming substance. Bringing forth his gauss cannon, the warrior jammed the end of the barrel into the empty eye socket and pulled the trigger. The entirety of the back of the giants head exploded outward, splattering brain-matter all over the streets.

Landing back on the ground as the body collapsed, he took note of how the corpse was already starting to rapidly decompose, much like how some demons do. Casting his gaze down the street from where the monster had approached, he could see signs of battle in the distance, along with some more of those creatures. Some of them even towered over the buildings.

He rolled his head, eliciting an audible crack from his neck.

Still not nearly as big as the Titan Demons he fought in Hell.

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"We need to get Eren to the gate! If he gets that boulder into position, then victory is ours!"

"Guard him with your lives! We must protect him until he reaches the gate, if it's the last thing we do!"

"If he falls, then Wall Maria will fall with him!"

Despite the fact that victory seemed to be within reach, things were still looking increasingly grim. The soldiers couldn't allow any Titans to get near Eren and risk him dropping the boulder, so they did whatever it took to draw attention away from him... Even at the cost of their own lives.

"Over here you ugly fuckers!" Mitabi shouted as he and his squad acted as bait for the Titans. They knew what they were doing was suicide, but they had resolved to put their lives on the line to ensure victory.

"Damn! So this is how it ends?!" he collapsed in exhaustion as one of the Titans stood over him, eager to devour his body.

Then its head suddenly exploded as if it were hit by a cannonball, but much more powerful.

"W-what?!"

A figure landed before him, clad in metal that was covered in blood. But even if there wasn't any blood, the armor they wore was unlike anything Mitabi had seen. Resting on their shoulder was some sort of cylindrical metal object that had smoke wafting off its end. Without giving Mitabi a chance to react further, the figure rushed towards the nearest Titan at a speed that shouldn't be attainable by running on foot.

Grabbing a discarded blade off the ground, they sliced clean through the leg of a Titan that was about to eat another member of the Garrison Regiment. Putting aside the fact that the person had just cut through bone like it was butter, they then jumped backwards and delivered a flying kick to the back of the Titans head, causing it to fall to the ground. Suddenly the metal rod that they were holding vanished and was replaced with what looked like a rifle with two barrels. It became obvious that it was a gun once they aimed it at the Titans neck and blew the damned things head off.

It also became apparent that whoever that person was, they had no intention of slowing down. The blade they had scavenged found itself a new home in the neck of a 6 meter by way of an impossible throw. And despite the fact that they lacked any form of ODM gear, they jumped at the Titan, landed on its shoulder, grabbed the blade, and decapitated the Titan as they continued on their merry way. A 10 meter lunged at them from their left flank, but the person couldn't care less. They threw a metal object roughly the size of a rock into the Titans open maw. Seconds later, the head exploded in a fountain of blood and gore. An Abnormal tried literally chomping on them, opting to just lunge at them with their mouth open. And going against all logic, the metal-clad figure swung at the Titans head with a right-hook. The only thing more illogical, was the fact that they were successful in batting away the monster, followed by them stomping on its head with enough force to cause the ground to crack.

"Who the hell is that?!" shouted one of Mitabi's squad-mates who had been rescued from danger.

"Screw that. What the hell are they?!"

Mikasa had described when she first encountered Eren in his Titan form as if she had witnessed the rage of humanity being unleashed on the Titans. But what Mitabi witnessed just now was something far more potent. If Eren was humanities rage, then this person was the worlds rage. A being that refused to allow the Titans to exist in their presence.

Every action they took was an act of violence. Each footfall brought them one step closer to their next kill. Death wasn't just an ever-present force following them around, it was their best friend.

They launched themselves into the air and landed on top of a Titans head, where they thrust the blade straight through the top of its skull and out its mouth. As the Titan staggered, the armored figure flipped forward as another weapon of some sort appeared to accompany the double-barreled one. Even though they were falling upside-down, the warrior aimed both weapons at the Titan with ease and unloaded their destructive payload into its face, essentially decapitating the Titan from the mouth up.

And as the, for lack of a better word to describe them, monster continued their rampage, Mitabi found it highly unusual that the Titans whose -wasn't targeted still wound up dying. It was almost as if anything that monster of a person fought was destined to die.

Quickly regaining composure, Mitabi noticed that several of his fellow soldiers had frozen in shock at the display of violence.

"Oi! Quit standing around with your mouths hanging open like a cheap hooker! We still got a job to do!" the squad leader shouted as he drew a fresh pair of blades. "Provide support and keep these fuckers away from Eren!"

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He had to give the giants some credit. They were rather strong and intimidating, what with their disproportional bodies and creepy smiles, but that's all they were. Unlike the Demons he fought on an hourly basis, these giants were lacking in several important fields to pose a serious threat to him. They lacked the innate cunning and teamwork displayed by Imps, there was no displays of ferocity that he associated with Hell Knights (save for the occasional giant that acted like a total spaz), no sense of strategy like what he experienced with Summoners, and they even lacked the aggressive speed of the Barons of Hell (rather pitiful considering some of them were smaller then the aforementioned Demon). About the only thing they had going for them was how numerous they were. So at the end of the slaughter, they were basically just larger variants of the Possessed and Unwilling.

It was easy for him to spot the point of origin from where this incursion of giants had begun. A rather large hole in the massive wall that looked as if it had been punched open by him when he was still in his prime. The fact that he noticed the breach was the only thing that halted him from killing the giant that was carrying a massive boulder down the street. For whatever reason, it appeared that the giant planned on plugging the hole with the chunk of rock.

But that was enough thinking for now. He had wasted precious seconds that he could've dedicated to slaughter on pointless musings.

He smacked a giant across the face with its own hand, which he had ripped off.

'Quit hitting yourself.'

The giants neck had torn in half from the force of the hit, and it would be remiss of him if he didn't finish the job. Stomping on the giants shoulder, he took a firm grip of its neck and pulled. The sound of the flesh tearing was music to his ears. A second later the head popped off.

'Looks like you had a good head on your shoulders.'

He then hurled the skull at another giant, bowling it over as a result. Pulling out his chain gun, he attached the mobile-turret modification and aimed it at several more of the giants. It made for quite an amusing sight to see such big monsters shredded apart by hundreds of high-caliber munitions.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted one of the giants approaching the one with the rock, who had almost made it to the hole. He exploded into motion and rushed straight towards the enemy giant. Jumping up as he neared it, he delivered one hell of an uppercut to its jaw. The giant fell on its back, but was unfortunately still alive. Unfortunate for it that is. The Slayer was more than happy to finish it off.

Looking up, the giant was greeted by the sight of the Slayer's fist. He punched the giant right between the eyes, breaking the bridge of its nose with a single strike. Then he punched again. And again. And again. He kept on punching until the giants face was nothing more than a bloody, pulpy, sticky mess. And just for good measure, he climbed down and kicked the caved-in skull off its body and down the street.

A thunderous roar erupted behind him, and he turned to see that the breach had been sealed. There was a moment of silence as the soldiers came to terms with their victory. Most were too shocked to express themselves, but there were a few who looked either relieved or on the verge of tears.

But he wasn't one to outwardly display any emotion other than rage or stoicism. Regardless, the battle battle had been won. And though there were still some stragglers stalking the streets, they wouldn't be a threat for much longer.

The pump-action shotgun with the grenade launcher attachment appeared in his hands as he made his way towards the nearest sound of the giants stomping about. One of the men that he had rescued earlier quickly approached him and began spouting expletives. The words went in one ear and out the other. Not that the Slayer didn't hear what the man was saying, but anything that didn't pertain to the immediate combat situation was filed away in his mind under the folder titled 'When I Fucking Get To It'.

It wasn't until the man stood in front of him and pressed his hand against his chest to halt his movement did the Slayer briefly stop.

"Who are you and where did you come from?"

The mans voice was firm, indicating he wouldn't let the Slayer pass without getting an answer first.

He simply pointed at one of the nearby corpses that was decomposing.

"The Titan?" the man remarked in confusion.

The Slayer then pointed in the direction of the remaining giants, before dragging his thumb across in a slicing motion.

At the very least the unusual form of his answer was enough to confuse the man, as his posture slackened. The Slayer took the opportunity to push passed him and take-off in the direction of his prey.

"Rip and Tear, until it is done."