Grant

Grant sat in his apartment, his gear set on the wall in front of him, framed by a single picture of his brother, Mason. The boy thought of the last six months, of the arrival of the new valkorians, of the Sentinels. They were the new favorites of the city, having crushed the Titans in a single encounter, the likes of which was an astounding defeat. He neither cared nor pretended to care. Revenge was his only purpose, his sole driving force. He would not, COULD NOT rest until Jilocasin was in the ground.

The Titans though....In the last few months, they had shown an increasingly desperate tone, focused on regaining what they had lost. He thought about Jilocasin, the man responsible for his brother's death, The man he HAD To kill. Alone, he had no chance against him, but with the resources of the Titans....

 Donning the half mask that only covered his mouth, nose and neck, and arming himself with a gun, combat knife and sword-Sensing someone else's presence, he sliced the katana behind him, only for solid steel to be met by a wall of blue energy. "Sable. You of all people should know not to sneak up on me. I can't lose another sibling."