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Tanner chuckled, sending a few more hits into the bag.

"Wasn't plannin' on keepin' ya aside, miss. Pretty girls everywhere, my mama used to say, but you gotta look for 'em. Well, my pa liked to say that more than mama, but not within earshot." Tanner kicked the bag a few times, then perked up his ears at Aurea's inquiry.

"Was in the Army Rangers for a while," Tanner said, "Got a discharge after some bullets went through my side. Docs got 'em out, I got a purple heart, and the army wouldn't let me back in, so I used the skills I learned with 'em to get better. Then I heard about this place and thought, what the hell, might as well represent the good old U S of A." Tanner kneed the bag, visibly shaking it.

"Along with that, well, I've got this thing about me, apparently my hits get stronger with my hands the more I hit." Tanner starts hitting the bag more, the bag shaking louder.

"And eventually..." Tanner hits the bag once more, punching his hand right through it, sand pouring out. Tanner pulled out his hand, opening and closing it.

"Killed a Tango with the Rangers like that," he said, "Never seen a head fly so far before."