What really matters

Yeah, it happens between the battle with SC and his departure from BFW

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If wolves could sweat, Bane would be soaked. He didn't move, yet all and each one of his muscles were tensed, he didn't dare move a hair for he knew how tricky ice could be. His eyeballs rolled around, looking instinctively for an escape route, but from where he was no path would be wise to pick.

He caught a figure in the corner of his eye. A female, safe on land while the floor beneath him seemed to be shaking underneath him. He slowly turned his head to look at her, and was already starting to build up strength to tell her to f*ck off when she decided to slam herself on the frail ice. No.. NO!NO!No!N..... the thunderous sound of ice cracking silenced the northerner, and with wide open eyes he watched as the crack stretched towards him, right where all his weight was concentrated. He leaped forward, jumped to run for his life, and he could feel the ice breaking behind him, almost beneath his paws. He raced as fast as his powerful body allowed him, almost tripping over when the spot in which he placed his frontal paws on one stride cracked open. But he made it. The last jump was long and high, and Bane landed a few meters away from the mischievous female.

"What in Sithis' name do you think you're doing!?" the arctic growled between heavy breaths. "You could've killed me there!!"

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