"They're here to stop us." The woman spoke. She brushed Lee Seng's face with her tendril hands. "Kill them." Lee Seng's ears twitched. He jumped backwards as a metal rope flew out of the ground, whipping itself at Lee Seng's leg. The metal rope tightened and pulled him down into the ground. A puff of smoke flew up and the metal rope tightened.
The tendril-infused Lee Seng lifted his hand and grabbed onto the metal. He crushed the metal rope and ripped the metal off of his leg before scurrying onto his feet. Wind blew the dirt cloud away. Lee Seng kept his head facing the direction he heard the two young men go. He lifted his hands up, releasing small worm-like tendrils onto the ground.
