Bane felt the crack and his breath caught in his lung. He was wrong. Putting it back was worse. He fell forward, the shock knocking the wind out of him. 

Bane tried to move away, his nose telling him otherwise. He smelled blood and death and it was over riding his logic mind. His broken shotted in protest but he kept trying. "Stay back...it wasn't the packs fault...they just vanished....out of no where..."