[centre][color=Silver][h1][u]Grant Hyral[/u][/h1][/color]
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[color=Gold][sub]Snowy Mountains[/sub][/color]
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	He, for once in his time being in the Cadets, smiled back at Olivia, now finally appreciating to the fullest of her effort to make him feel comfortable and all. Despite all he felt about how she'd drifted away from him, he knew she was still the same girl that he liked more than any other cadet, if not the only one at this point. But alas, he knew his efforts to express such an opinion on her would falter quickly. Besides all of this, she was definitely the one person he fully felt comfortable talking to. The rest of the group seemed too distant of a community for Grant to ever hope of including himself within. He looked back forward when she did, holding onto his rucksack containing the necessary expeditionary gear.

[color=Silver][b]"I'll...make sure we can talk about it. We'll need to sit down sometime soon and...well...I'll explain everything. We can catch up possibly over a disgusting issue of liquid the military give us?"[/b][/color] He beamed slightly, with the first joke in a while. Sometimes, Olivia was able to crack the smallest bits of his real personality out. His humour would be spilt every now and then by her, making him act the way she met him, excluding the bit where he gave her a horse. Those were the memories he cherished.

	But his smile was interrupted by an echo of trees tilting, soldiers shouting and veterans beginning to panic. Before he could make sense of it all, he heard Olivia's warning, telling him to run for his life. Hesitating at first, he turned around to see what from, gaining her a head start. Behind them, a tidal wave of snow and debris brought with it began to tip down the faces of the mountain towards him. His face grew into a shriek of panic as he turned, picking up the pace to make sure Olivia wouldn't slow down for him. Once she was sure he was following, he tried to pick up his pace, but her body size allowed her to gain quicker momentum, slightly leaving him behind. But it didn't matter, she was in a more safer situation than he was, which was all that mattered right now.

	Luckily for himself, he managed to only just outrun the snow, only having the avalanche cover his shins in snow. It was a close call, and one that made for Grant bursting into a fit of panting for air from the exhilaration and panic he had gone through in such a short space of time. If that giant of a wave was enough to get his blood pumping, he quickly wondered what pitting himself up against a Titan would do. He'd almost forgotten the Titans existed during his long stay at the Cadet training camps. It was almost unbelievable that they were training to fight them. But his smile of escaping the snow faded as soon as he saw the casualties...

	Time passed, and eventually Grant returned to the camp, dragging an unknown Cadet with him to one of the many medic tents that were now set up at the base-camp. There weren't enough hands that were physically able to bring the injured down, so many had to manage with hoisting individuals on their own. It was a boy, a year or so younger than he was. It was upsetting seeing how weak he seemed from what was supposed to be a trek down the mountain. Eventually, he reached the professional, setting him down onto a makeshift padding area for her to begin the treatment process.

[color=Red][b]"Thank you. You've brought a few down today, you should rest."[/b][/color] The male medic gave him a thankful nod, with a weak smile to show his appreciation for Grant's dedication. He'd been one of the last cadets to officially arrive, due to his volunteering for helping a few of the soldiers called to the scene.

[color=Silver][b]"I should go help more...there's no rest until they are all sav-"[/b][/color] The medic cut him over once again with his own voice.

[color=Red][b]"You can't. Military Police are being called here too. They might mount the fifth rescue party back up the mountain tonight, along with the soldiers from the Stationary Guard. You should really get sleep. Besides, we need healthy cadets. We're down to about thirty percent of the cadets who went up the mountain initially."[/b][/color]

	The words struck Grant heavily, as he stumbled back, nodding hesitantly. He wandered around the camp, the final words of the medic sticking to his mind like a deep blade once more. It was agonising to listen to. Once again, he went around, looking for any tent he was designated to sit in. From there, he went inside, not knowing at all who'd be the one to share his tent with him. But for now, he was in it alone, even after helping bringing equipment and the one cadet down the mountain during the recovery process. It was tiring, but necessary.

	And from here, he sat and rolled his knees up into his arms. He buried his head into the warmth of his knees and sighed heavily. The news of such casualties began to stick deep into his mind. What was he supposed to do now? It tormented him, as he began to allow a single tear drip from his eye, followed by several more. For the first time since he arrived...He started to cry.