(My bad xblurp. I had meant to reveal it through roleplaying, but you're right and I should've told you. :/ I'll try to improve on my post as you asked too.)<br/><br/>Tanza had hardly been able to dive forward as the fist came screaming towards him. While he had avoided the blow at his torso, he had failed in completely clearing the fist's reach. With a heavy grunt, he took blow to the very edge of his right side, and he was sent tumbling off the roof of the train. Tanza extended his arms in a desperate attempt to save himself from what would be an imminent doom below.  After what seemed like forever, his right hand found purchase on the raised platform the train tracks rested on. Tanza nearly lost his grip from the recoil of the fall; the pain in his side had now, developed into a deep throbbing pain that made him wince. He gazed upwards to his hand the platform and he drew in a deep breath. Tanza then quickly threw his hand upward; he prayed and prayed until his hand griped the cold metal railing close to the wheels of the head train car. With silent thanks, Tanza sighed began to pull himself onto the platform.