Bane felt the cold silver in his back, and his heart stopped. He fell to his knees, feeling the silver running tohru his veins as van helsing grabbed his shirt and hold him upright, the gun at his head. When the count appeared he muttered weakly "don't boss....I'm not worth it....get her...get her..." Then he was kicked hard and rolled on the ground, bane grunting in pain before everything went black. Avery walked forward, her eyes cold. "Indeed I am, and you must be can helsing, the killer of all those the church believes is unholy"