[h2]Asteriel von Einzbern[/h2]

Free hand playing with her hair, Asteriel scowled. It was such a blatantly obvious fish for information, and it was just delaying the inevitable. What did it matter? They were all going to fight eventually, and this waiting – well, maybe she could give the other Master some encouragement.

"If you want answers, [i]get over here.[/i] I refuse to talk with a corpse," Asteriel stated, still out of sight and running her hand through her hair once more – coming free with a single, glistening silver strand. One that resolved itself into a dagger-shaped projection and then—

Well, if they got anything from [i]that[/i] before the construct's head was taken out, it would just be a gleam of silver.

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