(I can't BELIEVE it!) Bane thinks, snapping his hand back as the casings clatter to the ground, drowned out by the din below.  Six perfect shots from above - no problem at all picking these creeps off - and they STILL didn't notice!<br/><br/>He slides in a speed loader and pulls it free from the bullets - snap shut and spin - and takes aim.<br/><br/>(Heads first... black and white... hunger... consume... fire... quietshot hit... head fuck BLAM! SNAPCLICKSPINPULLDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWN FILTH! MONSTERS! BESMIRCHINGLIEOFAGODBASTARDSONOFABITCHBLASPHEMERS!)<br/><br/>His adrenaline flows fervently, drawing out his mild insanity - his teeth gritting shut to the point of tasting blood from his own tongue - monsters, fanatics, fools who have already thrown their lives away.  Religion can be a wonderful thing, but in the hands of you average human or fur, it's like whiskey to an alcoholic - the fools abuse it to excess, ruining themselves and everyone around them.  Bane was seeing in a red haze now, picking off a metric fuckton of them without saying a word, blood dribbling down his chin, reloading at an almost panicked speed.<br/><br/>(I hate you... I hate you... I HATE YOU!!!) He thinks, starting to foam.