"Is it safe for you to re-form?" I leaned my shoulder against his to steal more of his warmth. The night air hadn't gotten any warmer, that was for sure.
"I am as far away now as I was back at the club, so I would presume so."
"How the hell are we going to cage her?"
"Not we," he said grimly. "You. The minute I get nearer, she will run."
"Oh, fabulous." I rubbed my arms, but it didn't do a whole lot against the sudden sense of dread. "What do you suggest?"
"Amaya should be capable of containing her long enough for me to get in there and help complete the task."
"She's capable of consuming her, too," I muttered. My sword's response to this was what sounded like a wicked chuckle.
"Yes. You will have to be firm with her."
Easier said than done. "When the Jorõgumo appeared in the club, she seemed to merge from the shadows—can she actually do that?"
"Most spirits who can take on flesh can just as easily dissolve. You will have to be quick to capture her."
"And hope like hell she doesn't decide to attack rather than run."
"If she attacks, I will be there."
If she flung little black babies at me, him arriving quickly was not going to help. "So, wish me luck."
"I wish you speed and strength," he said. "As I have noted before, it is not wise to rely on luck in this sort of situation."
I guess not. I drew Amaya and gripped her fiercely. Okay, we are going to cage her, not consume her; you got that, Amaya?