Tanza couldn't help but smile as the small group of restless gathered on the roof. he glanced down briefly to his gauntleted arm and pressed his finger against a single, unmarked key. The daggers locked into both of his gauntlets soon began to emit a low humming sound as the serrated blades glow a full red. In the time it took the group to close in on Tanza, his blades were white hot and the air around them wavered. He behead the first two to reach him with little effort before he had evade the next few attacks from the others. He leant down and sliced a pair of legs, and kicked another restless off the roof of the car. Tanza began to rise only to receive a blunt pain in his side, but he was quick to recover. He hissed and rolled backwards before setting off to the front of the train to face what had been blocking it.