Vanderby yanked Estra’s wrist, pulling her up. A finger tapped across where she had just sat, lightly rubbing and scraping the dirt as it went.
Further down from them Linc dashed over slender black fingers, but was forced to stop his sprint back.
From opposite cliff faces a number of fingers had found each other, gently rubbing one another, intertwining and making an impassable mesh. He turned back and saw one at his ankle, already tapping his shoe, rubbing it to feel its texture.
The other fingers of the black hand came wrapping towards his ankle like a closing snare.
With two hands Linc brought his katana down, haphazardly slashing clean through the black finger. His blade’s tip sparked against the stone as he jumped. The other black fingers closed in, capturing the freshly severed one, and before Linc’s feet landed on top of them, the hand snapped away, disappearing with its prize in a blink.