Bane checked his barrels, and calmly sat to prepare a few full moon clips.  Perking his ears, he motioned for the injured to keep down, waiting by them.  Licking his chops, he decided to shoot up with some vore serum, and said a brief prayer for the next one to become one with him... or such as he saw it in his own eyes.<br/><br/>He gave a thumbs up, signaling he was ready.<br/><br/>Survival.  No impediments.