Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160316234859/@comment-5543592-20160406190647

Tanner grunted, stumbling backwards and nearly falling off his feet as his armor asorbed the impact of the shot. He immediately threw himself to the side, moving to cover, to avoid taking one in the face. The movement caused his side to explode in painful protest. Two something grinded together inside of his body- the bullet had broken a rib for sure. He scuttled behind a support arch, cursing and nursing his side.

"Shit shit shit shit..." He muttered over and over again to himself, like a mantra. He fumbled into his tactical vest for one of his makeshift bombs, composed of an aerosol can and a disposable lighter. They were his only real weapons, his only weapons altogether aside from the utility knife and industrial blowtorch he had, and he had few of the devices.

He clutched it in both hands, expecting the Mr. Gutsy to appear at any moment.