They were waiting for him.
Eren realized it about three seconds too late when the path he'd been walking every single day for the last week, the one cleared of brush from his own footsteps between his tree and the lake, erupted with fire from both sides at once.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me.."
Not even one centaur but at least six of them positioned behind trees and rockswith their fire spears already formed and aimed at the strip of dirt where he always walked.
They tracked my scent. Maybe my blood from the jaguar wounds or the trail I leave walking this same path every day.
Hells!
They even scouted the terrain and figured out the exact path I use to set up this shit show..
The first volley was spears and he dodged three of them by throwing himself sideways so hard the two jaguar gashes on his left thigh ripped at the edges where the pink scar tissue from a week of healing was the thinnest.
