[ Eren is fifty shades of fury, nearly vibrating with rage as Bertl and Armin speak. He's held in place only by Armin's hand and the fact that his lamp-weapon is now broken on the floor.

lamp... ]

So we should work together? So I shouldn't try to rearrange your face? Is that what you're trying to say? [ Listening to him is like getting punched in the face with ire. ]

H-Hah, fuck no. I'm going to kill you; that's the only help you'll get. I'm going to tear your arms off, and I'm going to beat you to death with them.