Celestia Is Part Of The Recon Corp

Celestia was gliding gracefully through the air... She felt the wind flow through her hair...

"YO BITCH LOOK OUT ON YOUR LEFT SIDE ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND!?" yelled Jean.

Oh shit! ran through Celestia's mind before she shot a hook to the left, and followed by shooting her other into a 15m Titan's neck, letting go of the other hook, she clicked the button on the hilt of her swords, and propelled herself towards the nape of the Titan's neck.

"FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC BITCH!" Celestia yelled through the whooshing air before she dug both her blades deep into the Titan's flesh, she angled her blades and a large wedge was sliced out of the Titan's neck, spraying crimson hot sticky blood everywhere. The Titan fell to the ground with a loud groan. Fuck yeah... Celestia thought, picking up on some of the Humans' colourful language. Jean offered her a curt nod that seemed to say You got fucking lucky... before he sped off. Celestia allowed herself a small laugh.

That was the wrong choice.

Almost all at once, she felt the crushing grip of a Titan. She'd been grabbed.

"Son of a fucking bitch! LET GO OF ME YOU SHRIMP-DICKED FUCK NUGGET!" she yelled in the beast's face.

She began wriggling and squirming, trying to get out of the death-lock, but to no avail. She was trapped. She was dead. Oh well. She enjoyed throwing abuse at the Titans though, it gave her a sense of satisfaction. She wondered what life back in Equestria would be like without her. Probably chaos, destruction, total war, etcetera... Hm... Dying sucks.

No...I can escape...

She clicked the button that detaches the blade from the handle, and flicked the blade up and caught it in her mouth. She swung the blade directly through it's eyes. It roared in pain, and brought it's hands up to it's bleeding eyes. Celestia offered a devilish grin, as she moved the blade back into her hoof. She dug the blade in it it's forehead, balanced on it unsteadily for a moment, before leaping off of it performing a full flip, as she ripped the blade out of it's flesh, landed on top of it's head, swung down behind it, her trainee jacket billowing out behind her,, and slashed the nape of it's neck furiously, even after it was dead.

"DONT.FUCKING.GRAB.ME.BITCH!" She emphasised with each flurry, to the point where she was holding just a scrap of metal. With a hmph, she flung it into the messy slashed up wound of the steaming titan.