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"I'm sorry Miss Timber," Bane said, mocking her by mimicking Silas's voice, "I can't come play right now. I'm busy whining and crying and being undeserving of this powerful body." Bane spat, his real voice coming out in the end. "That little whelp gets to live with this. He needs to grow up. He needs to feel true despair if I'm ever going to be able to do anything with him. And you,". Bane said, words full of venom, "If you think your bitty ickle charade of bravery and authority is going to phaze me, you've got another thing coming. However, I guess if you really wanted my attention, you got it. Congratulations, you now have my full attention!" Bane said, fake happiness and sarcasm dripping from his everyword. "I suppose that also means that since you have my attention, you won't mind putting up with the consequences. It's actually not a bad idea. We've a score to settle, and Silas needs tutoring. If trashing the place and trouncing some talentless hacks like you is what it takes to get Silas to man up, so be it. Don't go crying when your strength runs out, and my jaws are closing around your neck." Bane howled at Timber as he molded part of his aura into wings, taking to the sky. Finally, after a moment of observing, he dove at her, his hands like claws, aimed for her throat. He would strangle the life out her, and enjoy every second of it.