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[color=Gold][sub]Wall Maria - Shiganshina District[/sub][/color]
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	Galloping proved itself to be far more efficient than using their own feet as Grant and Luca took off further down the streets. In the background, an ambience of screams, terror and pain kept creeping up behind them as thud after thud kept on making its course. Whilst darting between the streets, filled with panicked faces, they looked towards rushing for the canal. It was fairly open for its size and didn't contain a huge amount of human traffic. People were still figuring out whether hiding in their homes or running for the boats was the best strategy. Deep within his mind, Grant could sense that in their time of fear too much trust was being put into the soaring bodies of the Garrison, now flying overhead in their ODM gear. The galloping failed to cease as they marched onward, now becoming parallel with the river that housed the boats further down the line. A strange thump kept him on his toes as he looked behind, staring into the water for just a moment. Something had caught his mind in a strange but truly bewildered state. Whilst his eyes watched the river, trying to seek some form of calmness from it, he noticed something that forced him to halt his stallion.

	In the water, clutching onto a smaller figure, was a boy of similar age, drifting helplessly down the river. Grant's eyes were bewildered at the sight and forced him to stand still, making Luca stop in order to question his decision. It was a before him yet surreal to linger upon. The drifting made for a sense of hopelessness, one that strained the mind of Grant as he looked around in all directions until it finally snapped into his head. Luca's voice could be heard yelling at him through muffled noise, Grant acting instinctively. Dismounting from his horse, he moved his head towards Luca's and grabbed a large strain of rope hooked to the side of his saddle.

[color=Silver][b]"You keep on galloping, I'll be there shortly!"[/b][/color] A strange thought of confidence shook through his outer-aura, but on the inside Grant was truly screaming at himself, questioning whether or not he was doing something right. Before Luca could say anything, he forced his friend's horse to gallop away, leaving him alone in the panicked streets. Time was of the essence whilst he began to secure the rope onto the saddle of his own stallion. And before long, it was in place, causing him to look back down into the water to ensure that the figure was still there, floating. With a noose at the rope's lengthy tip, it could act as a lift system for them. He just needed to get their attention first. [color=Silver][b]"H-Hey! Grab onto this...I can - I think - try to get you up! But hurry, i-it might hurt a bit!"[/b][/color]

	He tossed the rope into the open waters, waiting for him to react. Once he was sure that the figure had began to hoist himself and its dead-weight onto it, he began to lead his horse forward, knowing that it would slowly rise him above the water. For a minute, he thought if he was actually doing the person down there a favour. Maybe they wanted to die, or found safety in the waters below, but Grant could not see the rationality or reasoning at that moment in time. He felt a strong compassion to save those in need, much like Mateo would have in his day. But the thought of his uncle was silenced when the thudding that had been present all this time came to life. He looked ahead, to his right, whilst leading his horse, only to see the gaping hands of flesh and bone reaching towards him. His eyes widened far more than they had before as he felt himself encompassed by the smaller titan bearing down upon him. Its fleshy construction gently touched his clothes as he froze in place. His horse still consistently raised the boy from the river, but Grant was now being lifted by his own fate. It stared him in the face with great beady eyes. It was studying him. He felt his heart stop and start at a hundred miles an hour. Every second turned into an hour, into a day and a year eventually. Was this it? Was this the fate he was bestowed upon?

	A sudden lunge from the beast, followed by a spray of blood from behind its neck, released him from the grasp and dropped him harshly onto the concrete floor below. It fell backwards, toppling and turning until it remained still. Grant's body was set free, but fear had still restrained him to a position of static content. Fear was engulfing him. The soldier who saved him was quick to move on, as if it were nothing, but here Grant sat, wondering if anyone was to pick him up. All whilst that happened, his Stallion eventually lifted the rope back to the top.

[sub][@LordVoldemort][/sub]