[centre][color=Silver][h1][u]Grant Hyral[/u][/h1][/color]
[color=Gold][sub]Wall Rose - Trost District[/sub][/color]
[sub][@wolverbells][@Solace][/sub]
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	Grant waited, at least at first. Jade swung into action, flying around with both Jay and presumably Reese to deal with the threat nearby. But for Grant, he stood there, watching at first. Though you could claim that it was because it was his role to hang back until the opportunity arose, but it was really to speculate where he was. He was stood there, facing off a human threat with people he either knew barely or knew quite well. This was the test that everyone had built him and his comrades up for. The first threat, the first assignment. This was how it was going to play out. With the blood, anguish and fire, the tyranny and the pitiful slaughter, this was the way that the world was going to play out. But for this moment, whatever the world had destined, Grant had his hopes on breaking his fate of death and pushing his boundaries to ending a Titan, once and for all.

	The plan Jade had set up was quite well made, allowing them to work as a team and in harmony. However, Grant didn't feel up for the task of delivering the finishing blow. Originally, he would have wanted the chance to support and allow someone to take the glory they deserved, but Jade had other plans. She wasn't wrong in saying that out of the group, Grant did score the best in the use of the ODM gear. Maybe that skill was what was required, not the brute strength that would be required to tear it down. Whilst you could cut deep with strength, speed and angle favoured the same benefits. He could only guess that this was his chance to prove Jade right in her wise words that filled him with a somewhat warm determination. If he were to make it out alive, she'd need to be thanked for at least coming up with a plan stable enough to get him through this day to the next, or the hour to the next.

	He readied himself, taking the stance to proper etiquette and form in order to gain the best possible lift he could. The two had already begun their swiped at the legs, hoping to at least demonstrate a clear boundary that the titan wasn't going to surpass this squad. But something felt off, very off.

	Grant began to run across the roof-tops that encircled the now-raging fight between the Titan and Jade's squad. He needed to build up the momentum to quickly strike the behemoth, but the time it took for both Jade and Reese to strike was starting to wade into a shallow size. Jade's first strike was enough to damage and stagger the Titan, but the rest was up to Reese. Their timing was according to plan, but the Titan was quicker than anticipated. An outstretching arm only meant one thing...The Titan was getting ready to finally fight back against the group of defending cadets. Eyes widening, pulse raising, the instincts of Grant kicked in early as he began to launch his first hook onto the surrounding buildings. His mind raced as he dodged the plan slightly that meant he needed to wait for the legs to be fully incapacitated. The sight of the moving arms made him nervous, for Reese and especially Jade.

	With his first momentum, Grant was already moving quicker than he needed at minimum, as he prepared his final approach. Firing the left hook to a distant, yet thick, chimney, he slingshoted himself around the target area and latched his grapples once again onto an opposing building. The only thing between his hooked destination and his current and rapid position was the targeted hostile's back. The alignment was perfect, and the angle too good to be true. His blades were already far prepared for the engagement. Yet, in his control and focus on his target, he couldn't help but loudly exclaim a chant of determination.

[color=Silver][b]"This is for all that you've done!"[/b][/color] The words left quickly, sharpening themselves to a fine degree. Upon his final word, the blade began to slice, cut and saw it's way into the nape of the titan, striking blood and a downpour of unnatural rain upon him and the town. The splatters of blood were light on his head, but moderate on his jacket, as he stumbled upon his landing. This stumble led to him falling, rolling to his shoulder and staggering to get back up. The flickers of blood staining his cheek stayed put, as he looked up at his target, seeing it fall slowly to the ground by both the attacks from Reese and Jade and from the killing blow he just delivered.

	However, even only haven standing up, he dropped to his knees upon the rooftop and stared blankly at his prized achievement. Words barely left his lips as he muttered what he could, looking at the squad around him upon what they had achieved as a team. He smiled slightly, waiting for the rest to rejoin him as he tried getting back onto his legs.

[color=Silver][b]"Holy fuck...we did it...we actually fucking did it..."[/b][/color] Yet before he could fully get into the reality of his imagination, Grant snapped back into his real military persona. [color=Silver][b]"S-shit. Fucking great job, guys...But I'm not sure about you lot, but I'm low on gas. I used most of it getting here in the first place, and I am desperate for more."[/b][/color] His finger pointed in the direction of other returning Stationary Guardsmen and Cadets. [color=Silver][b]"And we aren't the only ones who need it either..."[/b][/color]