Fuck. You watched it happen. Sesshomaru was fighting a particularly strong enemy. You, Jaken, and Rin were sure he could handle it... Having been able to fight thousands of other creatures in the past. With one arm. The enemy, however, was able to get a good... Slice... On Sesshomaru... Fortunately, Sesshomaru managed to cut off the foe's head. Not-so-fortunately... They cut off his arm. The arm he still had. Now, the Great Lord of the West, is sat against an oak tree. Writhing.