"W-what do you mean? What is going on, guys?"
Nansich looked at Jian, who was standing there with an amused smile, then at Bian, who was glaring at him like he had just committed some unforgivable crime. Before he could figure out what the hell was happening, the arms around him tightened again.
Nansich's eyes widened.
"Okay, can someone get this guy off me?" he complained, trying to pull the arms away. "Seriously, this is suffocating!"
The man finally loosened his arms slightly, giving Nansich just enough room to move.
Finally!
Nansich immediately remembered the maneuver Eren had taught him. He grabbed the man's arm and twisted his body, using the man's own strength against him before throwing him over his shoulder.
"Get off me!"
The blond man went flying and landed on the ground with a heavy thud.
Nansich stood there panting, quickly straightening his clothes and fixing his shirt. He looked around.
Everyone was staring at him.
"What?"
No one answered.
