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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 23:27:11 GMT -5
Bane smiled as Ra's broke his arm. SO the old man had not lost his touch. Good then that meant there was still hope. So it is." Bane said with almost a smile. His broken arm hurt like all get out. I did not matter to Bane he was used to pain. If anything a broken arm was of the least of his injuries. Besides when all of this was said and done, Ra's would heal himself with the pit and Bane would heal himself with his own medicine. So in a couple of days this battle would proove pointless, but it made a point.
All of the sudden there was a loud explosion and the roof came tumbling down and before he could make a move, he found himself separated between a wall of rubble. He then smiled and shook his head. "You win this round old man, but know we will meet again."
With that Bane left.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 3:53:23 GMT -5
The dust thrown up by the collapsing rubble would have temporarily blinded him if he had not thrown his arm up over his eyes, ducking away from the cloud of rubbish before turning back to look at Bane through a small gap in the wall that now stood between them. "Nothing would please me more." And with that he watched him leave through bruised eye lids, his knuckles twitching ever so slightly in their raw bare state. How his peaceful midnight stretch had quickly erupted into this take no prisoners bone shattering duel he did not know, perhaps because often violence and the use of ones body speaks with more depth than any slew of words could do. Bane was more a challenge than what he had originally assumed, a mountain of man who could not only throw a punch but knew how to dodge them as well. He might have come to Ra's with notions of revenge scorched into his drug fuelled mind but now it was Ra's al Ghul who held all the cards. Through their fight he had seen what kind of asset the mountain of muscle could potentially be if persuaded, or forced, to side with his League.
Swiping some dust from his shoulders, looking about the now derelict penthouse which he was formerly forced to refer to home for a time being, Ra's decided that this meeting was nothing more than fate if such a thing existed. The symbolic end of a period for the League of Assassins in Gotham. From the ruins of the old, a new regime will be born stronger than ever before. Through one of the shattered windows of the room he looked out towards the East which was lit by a thousand lights, specifically towards the towering citadel walls forming up around the old town. That is where they shall meet again.
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