Bane barely manages to dodge the first one.
The ball tears through the land, scorching anything that it comes across.
Bane rolls to his feet, and I can see it in his expression now, calculated fear.
He is trying to figure me out, trying to find the weakness, the angle, the way to turn this in his favor.
He won't find one.
He lunges at me, shifting partially.
The sound of bones snapping and rearranging themselves echo in the room.
I step aside and Bane lands on the ground majestically.
He is faster and stronger now in his wolf form and his claws rake through the air inches from my face.
When he lunges to me again, I don't move.
The flames surge up around me like a shield and his claws pass through silver fire instead of flesh. He howls and stumbles back, shaking his hand. The tips
