[There's not much Jean can do to stop it. He falls hard, stomach wrapping over the knee and a spitting out a cough and a grunt. It sets off a fit and a pattern, a short cycle of coughing and trying to breathe. One hand still grips Eren's cloak, curling into it as he glares up at him.]
I'm trying to do my job!
[Halfway through the sentence he shifts, turning on his heel and pushing off it again. The closeness of the attack leaves Eren open to the only retaliation he knows. At the last syllable, Jean pushes into Eren with a tackle.]
no subject
I'm trying to do my job!
[Halfway through the sentence he shifts, turning on his heel and pushing off it again. The closeness of the attack leaves Eren open to the only retaliation he knows. At the last syllable, Jean pushes into Eren with a tackle.]