[Bruce closes the rest of the distance, and Hannibal allows the plate to tip, fighting it just long enough to present the act. After that, everything is quick: the smile vanishes from his face, leaving only the sharp-eyed hunter's mask that is usually no mask at all in place. He drops his arm to his side, catches the fork as it falls from his sleeve, and drives it as hard as he can into the side of Bruce's neck.
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This will hurt. He is ready.]