There were many words to describe what had happened to the A.H.V, some words sympathetic, and others, not so much. Words like travesty, act of god, horrifying, and blessing. For Adrian Kravinoff, three particular words continued to repeat themselves in his head when he thought of what to call the attack on the academy: declaration of war. He'd been dealing with an assignment out in Maine when he'd heard the news, and was on the first plane to new york no more than two hours later. Soon after touching down in new york Adrian had rented a vehicle -nothing fancy, a simple toyota avalon- and started making his way back to his old school as fast as he could, never before being so thankful that new york allowed drivers under twenty five to rent a car, even if there was an additional fee.
As Adrian spotted what remained of his old school, he began to grit his teeth and grip the steering wheel with so much force that he feared that he'd break it. He parked a bit down the street and threw a few quarters into the parking meter before he ran towards the academy as fast as he legs would carry him. Adrian wasn't exactly a speedster, but he definitely outpaced even the most athletic human with minimal effort. The hero stopped just before he was about to run headfirst into a pile of rubble and stood silent as the grave as he examined the wreckage. "What the hell happened here?" Adrian ground out to no one in particular after a little while. He was usually a calm and collected man, years of training at the hand of his father had taught him to keep his emotions in check, however as he'd spoken there had been a slight edge in his normally flat tone.
This wasn't how things were meant to be for Adrian. When his father had dropped him off, he was enrolled for the sole purpose of testing his skills as a hunter against the highest order of apex predators, to combat and kill a metahuman. Yet here he stood, not as a victorious hunter whom had bested the greatest of prey, but as a man whom had begrudgingly learned how to enjoy living in a place where he wasn't expected to kill or be killed. He'd built memories here, honed other skills, made friends! Adrian titled his head up and sniffed the air, hoping to catch any scents out of the ordinary. He'd find out who did this, and when he did, the culprit's skull would be adorning one of his trophy racks.