[centre][color=Silver][h1][u]Grant Hyral[/u][/h1][/color]
[color=Gold][sub]Wall Rose - Trost District[/sub][/color]
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	Not everyone seemed to be on board with the plan, but what else was he to expect. As soon as those who decided it was their only hope had stated their involvement, Grant felt a sensation fill his heart and mind. A universal sigh from the winds seeping through open windows brought his mind to where it was. He saw the faces of the worried step forward, or stand back, at the idea of going down there. Why hadn't there been more time to plan this? Grant wanted more time, just more. There had to be another way, right? Some stated that it was their "only" chance. It can't be. Grant didn't want to live with this. This wasn't what he had in mind. Ironic. Wasn't it? The dread began to flow through his blood, into his heart...

	Everyone began to follow him, as if he were a leader of a battalion of men and women prepared to fight against odds harshly against them. The lift was their destination for now, as Grant began to load those one by one inside. He waited. Only a few had entered, and some more were still psyching themselves up for what lied beneath their very trembling feet. A theatrical fate was what awaited them. It was just a question of who was going to meet the negative fate...or if all of them would. This was the thought sticking deep into his mind, like a knife in the gut. A killer instinct rested upon his own muse when he thought about whether this plan was made to expend his humanity to give others hope. Seeing Jade preparing himself gave him a moment to think; thinking about the past he's had with the Training Corps and what it's led to. Will he be forgiven by anyone for this task? Will he be alive to face that judgement hour? Will anyone be alive to judge him?

	Grant's hands trembled, as did his back. He needed to speak, but his mouth remained shut. He couldn't talk to Tanner, Lauren or anyone else around him. They were already prepared, mostly, or occupied with whatever measures needed to be attended to outside of this mission. He sought only one person who was free, Jade, at that very moment. He jogged over, as if going to prepare and attend to more people. No one could see his anxiety...It would only hinder the mission.

[color=Silver][b]"Jade...A m-moment please?"[/b][/color] His voice screamed of nerve and fear, as most people would have. The clear picture of anxiety rested in the area they stood in. A single drop of liquid began to form from his right eye as he quickly continued, knowing there wasn't enough time to vent his fear. [color=Silver][b]"I...I need to vent...I'm not ready for this...Not the mission, I'd do that alone if I could. But I-I...I'm not ready to see people die, Jade...Not by my command. I can't expend these people, no matter who they are. I d-don't want names haunting me for a plan I made in limited time...I don't want this to be someone's fate because I had a single idea of how to get gas.[/b][/color]

	His trembling hands thrusted upwards to clear dust and sort out his composure on his jacket. A tremolo dynamic of sighing heavily with a worried smile crept onto his face, looking around. He knew Jade was busy, helping the others. He didn't want to keep her for long.

[color=Silver][b]"Ironic, isn't it?"[/b][/color] He began to speak once more. [color=Silver][b]"I finally speak to help others, to talk to others...and all it's going to do is put me somewhere cold and desolate. A place of regret, right? It's...ironic. Lord...I'm a mess, aren't I?"[/b][/color] A smile and uneasy chuckle left his lips as he wiped his tear away, listening to what she had to say back. Jade was nice to talk to, out of all the people he'd trained with, he was glad to have given her the horse during Shiganshina.

	Grant departed from his interaction with Jade feeling slightly better from venting his thoughts. But his thoughts were still there, and they would be for the rest of time. But for now, all that mattered was that he was to go down with those who chose to follow-suit with his plan. It was his mind-set to be the last one to leave the place. But that wouldn't be possible, especially when others were going to die. It was as if death itself had selected Grant as his messenger. [color=silver][i]Why must this be my decision? Who decides such things?[/i][/color] The lift was spacious, enough for cannon movement and repairs. It could support the weight of a lot of soldiers, just as it was intended to do. It was a perfect movement contraption for the situation. Hopefully it would bring more than a few up alive with a successful mission.

	As soon as the large group of Cadets who had decided to commit to the plan had arrived, Grant began to nod to whoever controlled the lift, asking them to lower it slowly and carefully. From here, he began to express his plan in specifics to those doing what role...

[color=Silver][b]"Those with gas left, you need to first cooperate to round up as many titans as you can. You've been split into two teams to decide who herds the majority and who kills the stragglers. Those who kill the stragglers will be the protectors of the ground group. Ground group will run out to open areas to grab the gas, fill up canisters and return to the lift. When we fill the boxes, providing things goes well, we will then retreat back upwards. Those who are about to run out of gas...Please retreat...Retreat as soon as you can to ensure you don't waste your life. If you wish to carry on though, it's your choice. I don't want you to die, any of you...But I thank you all for helping me with this. Now let's go give our friends a chance to escape, even if we don't..."[/b][/color]

	As soon as the lift was lowered enough for them to leap down, those who had gas began to leap into action. When the lift was low enough, those on foot ran quickly, gas canisters in hands and hearts content on getting what their friends needed. Grant himself also left the lift, taking a run with a few cadets he didn't know. They looked frightened, but also determined to act. He did too. As soon as they reached the wall, they thought it was going smoothly. No one in their group had been caught, so the filling process was easy to start. They fiddled with their gas canisters as they filled them up as quickly as they could. The thundering thuds of feet behind them grew louder as an individual 7 metre titan began its slow approach. Grant stared into its eyes, then at the cadets he was with. Without saying much, he gave his canister to the nearest cadet.

[color=Silver][b]"Take this, I'll draw its attention away. Remember. As soon as these are done, bring it back up to the lift."[/b][/color] He began to move as quickly as he could, starting to catch the titan's attention. It was clear that it was seeing him, the tallest of the small group, as more to eat. Though they ate for only pleasure, it seemed unlikely that he would survive without the help he ordered. Running to the side, luring it away form his group as best as he could, he called out with his lungs content. [color=Silver][b]"I need someone with gas! 7-Metre not following the herd!"[/b][/color]