Skirmish for Coin

Every Dark Matter point in the cut off arm lit up. Lee Seng and Ritsuka watched as Jiro grunted. Pain flared and Jiro took it like a champ, clutching his arm as it forcefully kept pushing itself into the knob of his arm. He grunted as the threads continued to pump out energy into the dead arm.

Fingers began to twitch as Jiro felt everything in his arm begin to light up. "What the hell is the thread?" Lee Seng asked as his ear caught something prowling in the distance. His senses exploded as energy swirled. Lee Seng cursed and threw his arm up, blocking three large fireball attacks.

"Where'd that come from?" Ritsuka shouted, whipping his head around. Lee Seng growled as wisps buzzed off of him.

"They were creeping just out of passive range." Lee Seng growled. He looked over at Jiro who was still struggling to keep himself together. "I'll protect your brother and get some pot shots off. Do you think you can get them?"