[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/cobra-kai-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180609/ffcecb90e3bb8c9105044b398fb8183c.png[/img][/url][/center] [hr] [i]Titan Tower, San Francisco[/i] [hr] Roy's pleasure completely faded when the familiar screams of helpless civilians pierced the otherwise jovial mood on the Titans Tower. Almost immediately, the archer took on a somewhat serious persona, making his way towards Grayson for orders. [i]Focus on the center, or help pick up stragglers on the outside.[/i] Quite frankly, Roy was a little handicapped given his brief assessment of the situation as he peered out at the streets below, viewing Mae and Kara fighting weird techno-beasts. The archer rushed towards the stairs, pulling out his backup bow. As Roy leaped over the bannister and out into the empty space between the flights, he looked back towards the ceiling of the stairwell and fired up an arrow connected to a cable on his belt. The air rushed past him as he entered freefall, the ground rushing up to meet him. But the archer remained calm, pressing a button on the small box of cable on his belt. He began to slow before his feet gently landed on the ground, the cable burning up almost instantaneously upon the press of another button. [hr] Roy felt almost guilty for having to make a quick costume change as he got out of his van in the Titans garage. It still smelled of feet and old pizza, but it was also home. Roy was geared out in his red sleeveless jumpsuit. While also being stylish in the teenager's mind, it was also designed to help him withstand a punch. But, most importantly, Roy had his compound bow and a separate quiver on him. He wasn't fond of using more "conventional" trick arrows, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Once out on the street, Roy could tell exactly what kind of carnage was ensuing. He darted into the darkness, rushing towards the nearest group of screams. He was surprised to turn around a street corner to see what appeared to be a school bus Transformer that certainly came straight out of a fan-fiction. More importantly, that mean machine was swinging it's newly formed metalic arms into the bank. Not exactly what Roy expected on his first day at his new job, but quite frankly it wasn't exactly the most outlandish thing he'd ever fought. Arsenal knocked back a trick arrow which was clearly more "archaic" in its nature. As the arrow was released and impacted into the side of the hostile, it became clear it worked just as well. The explosion knocked back the being onto its back, revealing intense blue light and circuitry. As the being rose to its feet, Arsenal realized that he did not bring nearly enough explosives to take it down by blowing it to bits... The shit-eating grin returned. Roy charged at the being with what most observers would describe as "reckless abandon." But this move was far from careless, as he managed to slide between the creature's legs as its makeshift fists cracked the pavement where he had been a moment before. The trained vigilante swung himself up nimbly onto the being's back, using the being's twists and turns to inch himself closer to the front of the creature. Roy's eyes widened behind his red visor as he saw a large metal fist coming directly at him. He turned his eyes quickly towards the front of the cab, and more importantly where the hood of the bus was. In a last second swing, Roy landed atop the hood of the bus protruding from the hostile's chest. He quickly cracked open the hood just as he felt cold steel enclose around his chest. The creature had the archer in his grasp, and began to squeeze intensely while lifting him into the air to pummel into the ground. [i]Pop goes the weasel.[/i] The explosion ripped through the cab of the bus and launched Arsenal into the ground a few yards away. The being had been separated into two... and the battery and circuitry had taken a severe beating. The large pile of metal collapsed into the ground. Bits of shrapnel burnt hot to the touch still near the entrance to the bank, but Roy pressed on to retrieve his bow that he had dropped upon being caught. It was still well intact, though covered in a bit of debris. Pretty standard at this point. Roy checked his utility bet, nodding as he noticed he still had two grenades left. He needed to use them sparingly for now, and more importantly needed to make his way towards the city's center. His gaze turned towards the bank's interior, while civilians watched in awe at Roy's stunts. In a past time, he would have engaged them with his mentor Oliver. Witty comments would be had for the spectacle and to "instill hope" or whatever it was Oliver told himself to sleep at night. But people were still in danger, and hope could kiss his ass as he jogged deeper into San Francisco, not happy to be unable to use his more advanced equipment that night.