Skeletons! Skeletons everywhere!
The village was flooded with them. Luckily all the villagers were in a safe place including Nya (much to her disappointment.)
Zane and the others watched from the rooftops figuring out a plan.
"It looks like most of the skeletons are gathering near that vegetable stall," Jay pointed out, "If we jump there using spinjitsu, we should be able to knock out most of them at once. And make the rest of the battle easier. Odds will be more in our favor that way, which is what will…"
"We get it," Kai interrupted, "We need to begin out attack there. NINGAAAGO!"
The fours became tornados of their element and flew towards the stall taking out a dozen or so skeletons on the way.
Jay's plan worked part way. They were able to lower the odds, but they had lost the element of surprise. The skeletons now attacked them head on.
Zane himself was surrounded by 5. He threw his shurikans like boomerangs knocking out 4 of them. But just after he caught his shurikans again, the fifth's one changed him hard into a thick-trunked tree. Zane's world turned black at that point.
"Zane!...ZANE!" Cole's distant voice could be heard through the darkness.
I must have been knocked out, Zane thought. The back of his head and his arm hurt a lot.
Slowly he forced his eyes open. Cole was kneeling above him called his name.
"Good, you're awake," Cole said sounding relieved.
Zane sat up using his good arm. Kai and Jay were standing nearby. The skeletons were gone, probably defeated by the other 3.
"How long was I unconscious," Zane asked.
"About an hour. Are you okay?" Kai asked.
"My arm hurts but I guess I am," Zane replied, "In the very least I can make it back to the dojo."
Zane stood and make his way with the others back to the dojo.
Nothing more happened until dinner time. Kai had made Zane's favorite, unadon, but Zane couldn't get any food into his mouth without a searing pain in his arm. Just picking up his chopstick hurt Zane's elbow.
It didn't take long for the others to see Zane had a problem.
"What's wrong?" Cole asked.
"My arm is still hurting from the battle. That's all," Zane said.
He was trying not to bring too much attention to it.
It worked until that night when he was getting his pajamas on. After putting on his pajama pants, Zane slipped off his shirt, not knowing his door was open a crack.
It was just enough for Kai to catch a glance and shout "HOLY YAKITORI!"
Zane turned wondering what could be sacred about skewered meat.
Kai came in looking shocked and worried, "Zane your arm!"
Zane looked at his injured right arm. The side of the elbow was badly bruised and a bit swollen. It looked similar to how Cole's ankle had looked after fighting the Kaiden.
"Zane! You need to tell us if you're hurting that much. We need to get a doctor to look at that," Kai said, "I'll let the others know what's going on. Get your clothes back on."
Zane nodded and got dressed again.
Before long he was on Kai's dragon on his way to the village.
The doctor reported that Zane had a mild sprain in his elbow. It wasn't too serious and would heal in a few weeks of being in a sling, but he couldn't use his right arm while it healed.
Zane couldn't believe his ears. How could he help the ninjas if he couldn't use his arm?