"Of course you don't. And correct dubaku I would, this however" he said to the small black substance. "Is not my work"
Zaida felt her arm broken. Her cell luckily held plants and such, growing into vines it entered her skins and snapped it back in place then wrapped inside keeping her arm fixed but she still winced. "Please, I'm confused I don't know what is happening" she said to the agents.