"How about I become your sword?"
I wasn't joking.
Annalise raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
I unsheathed my blade and, without missing a beat, slid it into a position where it hovered just behind me like a shadow. "I'll be your blade. You throw me. I'll kill things."
Before she could respond, I launched myself toward her. One of the wolves lunged at me, but I was already there. My body was caught in her strings.
As soon as I was tangled, she pulled me toward one of the remaining wolves, and I reacted instinctively, spinning midair, and slicing its head off with a clean swing of my sword.
In the middle of the motion, I felt Annalise's strings wrap tighter around me, guiding my every movement.
"Don't actually get cocky," she hissed, voice strained as she pulled me again, launching me at another wolf that was trying to flank her. I sliced it in half with one clean motion, but we didn't stop there.
