Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140503224606/@comment-24416658-20140523163045

Tanner, as he was slapped, moved his head in the direction of the hit. He slowly moved it back, then stood up. He had grown these past two years, and now was at the sam height as Ciaran. Tanner's left eye was glowing brightly, and his weapon was in his hand. With one click of a button, he converted it to a repeater. Putting a hand on Ciaran's chest, Tanner shoved him into the seat opposite.

"Move."

Walking towards the dining car, Tanner was holding the repeater at his hip. Every time a thug appeared, he fired, moved the lever, and fired again. The only sounds heard from him heading to the dining car was BANG CHKCHT BANG CHKCHT.

Reaching the dining car, Tanner reloaded his weapon. Standing back, he used his boot to kick the door open, weapon in greatsword mode, and stood in front of the doorway.