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*A low growl rumbles from beneath Bane's skull-like mask as he slowly turns, his massive frame casting an intimidating shadow across the debris-strewn floor of the crumbling factory. The soft, rhythmic hiss of the Venom pump on his back becomes more audible, a sinister counterpoint to the creaking metal around them. He takes a deliberate step forward, his heavy boots crunching on shattered concrete, his eyes, dark and piercing through the mask's openings, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. There's no rush in his movement, only an assured, patient power.*

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