The Spirit Giant had transformed into a fighting expert, far more skilled than ordinary Titans that acted only on primal instinct.
With an enraged punch, he blasted apart the head of a large Titan nearly as tall as himself, then used a close-combat sweeping kick to knock the other counterattacking Titans to the ground.
The seemingly unremarkable fighting techniques Eren had once learned with burning enthusiasm now displayed tremendous value. Even though the Spirit Giant's consciousness had yet to awaken enough for him to know who he was, the muscle memory imprinted in his body through repeated training still came into full play under these circumstances.
Force was mutual. After smashing apart the heads of ordinary Titans again and again, the Spirit Giant's arms also shattered and disintegrated amid a cloud of steam.
However, as long as the nape weakness was not struck, Titans possessed nearly limitless regenerative power. The Spirit Giant was no exception; in the blink of an eye, his shattered arms had completely recovered.
He shook his regenerated wrists to adjust slightly, then began searching for his next prey.
"Tut, tut, tut... I'm not letting you steal all my glory."
Lianye clicked his tongue. He had observed the "prey" long enough; it was time for him to begin hunting as well.
"Whoosh~~~!" "Whoosh~~~!"
The two cables of the ODM Gear shot out and embedded themselves in the walls of buildings on both sides of the street. Drawn by the pull of the retracting lines, Lianye soared high into the air in a perfect arc and landed atop the Spirit Giant's nape.
The view from the nape of a special Titan standing fifteen meters tall was exceptionally fine.
After all, the ancients had said that one could see farther because one stood on the shoulders of Giants. Lianye