"I yield," she whispered.
"Two," Ainen called across the field, already cheerful again.
Lily took the puppeteer.
Her Spear was a slender, smiling man named Sythilan, and threads of pale control spread from his fingertips across the whole battlefield, sinking into the broken Vharn soldiers and pulling them upright like dolls.
"I do not fight," Sythilan said pleasantly. "I make others fight for me." His threads turned, and a hundred puppet-soldiers rushed Lily at once. "Yours, soon enough."
A thread shot for Lily's own mind, seeking the strings inside her.
Lily smiled, and the thread found nothing to hold.
"You take people who can be taken," she said. "I read people who cannot be read. We are not the same kind of monster."
[Wheel of Achromatic Shade: Ban.]
The Wheel turned, and it stole his control, ripping the strings out of every puppet at once, and the hundred soldiers collapsed back into the dirt as their borrowed will was banned from the field.
