[Considering everything else that had happened during the last couple days, Bertholdt wasn't going to question the reappearance of his Maneuver Gear.
While he wasn't too afraid of the Titans that ruled his home, there was something unsettling about the not-a-Titan!Chernobog in the center of everything. Instead of dealing with it directly, he chose to at least take care of the smaller guys. Fortunately he had more than enough gas to propel himself from one end of the room to the other towards the largest monster chasing after Winry. Killing it and it's buddies was easy enough, but there was definitely something 'off' about all of this--he shouldn't have stumbled like he did when his feet touched the ground.
Little did he know that the more gas he used, the more it drained his dream batteries. He'd pass it off as general fatigue, but that little 'oops' was going to bother him.]
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While he wasn't too afraid of the Titans that ruled his home, there was something unsettling about the not-a-Titan!Chernobog in the center of everything. Instead of dealing with it directly, he chose to at least take care of the smaller guys. Fortunately he had more than enough gas to propel himself from one end of the room to the other towards the largest monster chasing after Winry. Killing it and it's buddies was easy enough, but there was definitely something 'off' about all of this--he shouldn't have stumbled like he did when his feet touched the ground.
Little did he know that the more gas he used, the more it drained his dream batteries. He'd pass it off as general fatigue, but that little 'oops' was going to bother him.]
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