Grant
The day passed as more and more enemies fell to his blade. It was swift, clean work. But if killing was what he came here to do, he'd had more than his fill; these things weren't truly alive anyway. He had to find the Titans. To put his plan into motion, he needed to rejoin his friends.
As he passed a cracked mirror, Grant paused. His missing eye, hidden beneath its eyepatch stared back at him beneath his hood. How was he going to explain this to them, to Sable? Grant pulled the hood down, staring at his face, much of which was hidden beneath a mask that went from the bridge of his nose to the base of his neck, disappearing into his hooded tactical vest. His arms were bare from shoulder to fingertip. The costume change was drastic from his days of full armor.
Grant pulled the hood up, leaving his sword behind. He had two guns and a combat knife to rely on, plus his extensive training. Plus, the sheath was too much weight for the task ahead. Breaking into a full sprint, he ran for five blocks, dodging dragons embroiled with their shadowy enemies.
When he finally did stop, Grant had found the Titans. Or, one of them, at least. Rachel was there, atop a building, pinning shadows down while a mech did grunt work. Grant didn't smile at the sight of the girl he considered to be his best friend, nor could he afford to, with the war zone in front of him. He suspected she went by a different name now, with her suit change. That was fine; he had changed so much since the last time they met. For one thing, he didn't go by Ravager anymore, nor did he go by Grant on missions either. Wraith was his code name now, and as he sprinted across, keeping himself hidden from Rachel's scope, Grant leapt inside the building, making his way to the top.
At the top he lowered the hood and slipped the mask down but did not remove the eyepatch. One hand was on his gun, however, in case he startled her. "Hello, Rachel. It's been a while."