Tsukune walked after Vlad, sighing. For a smart man, he was horrid at taking a hint. He walked after the professor, and as he did so, he took a guard's gun, giving the man a simple look to silence his protests. Tsukune wouldn't shoot the man, he couldn't use a firearm. But the length would give him some extra momentum and reach. His face was set into a grim mask, as he followed the man, the fist by his side turning black as his carapace covered it.