Bane lets out a sigh. This always happened to him, no mattere where he went, he would always be locked in a cell and asked a bunch of questions or thrown out. He lets out a sigh as the men carry him away. Usually he would fight, but he had just gotten tired of it.<span style="font-style: italic">Why does this always happen? All I want to do it help them, so that they may survive. But I suppose that this isn't my place.</span>he thinks. The men shove him in a cell. He lets out another sigh.<span style="font-style: italic">Joy another cell, it must be my lucky day...</span>he thinks again as the men shackle him to the stone wall. "Can't you see that I want to help you fight the dragons?" he shouts as the men leave the cell and slam the door shut loudly.<br/><br/>He rolls his eyes,<span style="font-style: italic">Pathetic human creatures...</span>he thinks as he shakes his head again.<span style="font-style: italic">They're all domed. They're all going to perish at the claws of those dragons. There must be somthing I can do.</span>he thinks as he gets and idea. He flexes one of his hands to make his claws protrude even more. He sticks one in the lock of the shackle and jiggles it. The shackel comes unlocked. Moving quickly he jumps up and goes to the celldoor. He looks at it slightly.<span style="font-style: italic">This is gonna take all of my strength.</span>He grabs on to the door and pulls as hard as he could and the door comes off of it's hindges.<span style="font-style: italic">At least my curse came in handy this time</span>he thinks as he moves swiftly and quietly down the hall.