Armin was trapped, steam billowing off his Titan form as it crumbled around him. His breaths were shallow, his body too weak to move. You saw him struggling, and without thinking, you ran toward him, dodging debris and leaping over broken chunks of the battlefield.

"Armin!" you called out, desperation lacing your voice as you closed the distance. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, locked onto yours.

You activated your ODM gear, the cables shooting out as you zipped through the air toward Armin. The wind rushed past you, and in a heartbeat, you landed on his back, the heat from his body nearly unbearable. His Titan form was disintegrating, steam rising off his skin. His burned and blistered body was exposed beneath the collapsing flesh, his skin cracked, barely holding on. Armin's breath was shallow, his chest struggling with each weak rise and fall, his eyes half-lidded as you knelt over him, desperate to pull out his unconscious body.