Bane tumbled out of the cave, but the moment he hit the ground, the wires covered him, and he was on the road again. His wounds were already healed, but he didn't feel any stronger like he normally would after a fight. It was almost a let down for him, but Bane knew he was going to have to survive everything these little bastards threw him to.
"Are you guys ever going to say anything? Or just continue to carry me from one doom filled encounter to the next?" Bane asked, but then added. "Not that I mind, but I am going to get tired of taking naps all the time."
Bane wasn't expecting a reply, but then something poked his forehead, and he looked down to see a small hand holding a stick.
"What the fu-"
"Don't you dare finish that word, or I will shove this stick in your eye," The miniature demon warned, and Bane narrowed his eyes.
"You are a lot bigger than the others. At least an inch!"