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Astrid, though she clearly liked getting hurt, was indeed a fighter. Not only did she have the fire in her soul that was needed to kill, she also possessed the feisty, sadistic mindset a fighter would have. It wouldn't even matter if she were to encounter a being that could go toe to toe with her - pain made it all the more interesting. There was no doubt in the girl's mind that what she had to become was a warrior of grace, not a lame mother like her own. Perhaps even children she did not want, but she would discover soon enough that there was little choice on that matter. Her life and love had been promised not by herself, but by her mother, and she could no nothing against it.

When the call of Miraak, though she did not know his name, touched the air - calling for her and her brothers, she did not hesitate. It was not a lot that her presence was asked for, and she did not like letting her fellow Dark Brothers and Sisters down. Of course, the rest of the world could suck it. Sprinting to where the Reaper was, she felt the same burning sensation in her legs that made her go faster and faster through the snow.

She reached him, swiftly and gracefully coming to a stop without a word. Her scars were still healing, but she was healthy otherwise. Her bi-colored eyes said enough; What were they doing here?