Meeting Room
There is a a soft uniform crunch as the conscious Hands bite down shattering their false tooth and crunching into their hidden death pill. The misty shadows pass through the light barriers and room fills with swirling shadows. The unconscious Hands quickly follow suit.  Four more Hands emerge from the main door. They throw down a smokescreen and all twelve scatter into the castle. 

Smough turns to his ninja servant. "Shall we free your brothers and sisters?" The ninja nods and removes his visor, revealing his amethyst irises. The Ninja produces a scroll with the kanji for Raven. Smough cuts his thumb and smears blood across the kanji. The Ninja Hand rolls the scroll up and with a loud pop a man in a tattered cloak appears. As he stands up he glances around the room. His mask is linked to his suit and staff. His gaze settles on Smough. 

"More Hands?" He says. Each word and syllable pulses with power that is channeled into his armor.
"A whole dozen. Plus others." Smough says.
"I noticed. We can get acquainted later." Raven says. "Aim for non lethal attacks that leave them conscious. Have they used their bite down yet?"