Bane
Your shadows betray you
They serve me
They serve me
Bane stood a little ways off, watching Hadama with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. He shifted the sword in his own hand awkwardly, the weight of it still unfamiliar despite hours of practice. The blade gleamed faintly in the moonlight, but Bane wasn’t feeling all that impressive wielding it.
He glanced at Hadama, noticing the steady rhythm of his strikes. There was a quiet patience to the man’s movements, something Bane admired. Trying to mimic that calmness, Bane took a few tentative steps toward the practice log. His grip on the hilt was a bit too tight, his movements a little jerky.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his tone less cocky than his usual banter. Patience was definitely not one of his strong suites when it came to any form of battle, and his posture lacked finesse. This all came with Bane's jumping in head first, especially on things he shouldn't.
"Name's Bane by the way."
He glanced at Hadama, noticing the steady rhythm of his strikes. There was a quiet patience to the man’s movements, something Bane admired. Trying to mimic that calmness, Bane took a few tentative steps toward the practice log. His grip on the hilt was a bit too tight, his movements a little jerky.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his tone less cocky than his usual banter. Patience was definitely not one of his strong suites when it came to any form of battle, and his posture lacked finesse. This all came with Bane's jumping in head first, especially on things he shouldn't.
"Name's Bane by the way."
Pain is a teacher that never forgets
Etched in the flesh
Etched in the flesh
