Companions were a different sort. Whereas the Brotherhood had an hierarchy, a village of hunters, the companions were a pack. There was a pecking order out of respect for the stronger. Her silent stalking wasn't a help. Her quick blade and powerful thrusts that sent men staggering perked their interest. Her light feet were a boon as she fenced and played with the warriors who spoke of honor and yet slaughtered their enemies en masse without remorse.

And she was fiercest and most terrifying for when she first changed, she touched no one and sent those who feared her running. She escaped the city without spilling a drop of blood and lead the COmpanions on a merry chase. And then she had participated in her first slaughter. She enjoyed the wildness of the pack.

Becoming Harbinger had been all too easy. She was the one to end the witches. She was the one to save the Harbinger's soul from Hircine. She was the most powerful. The most dangerous. The most lethally intelligent. And the most unmerciful. She did not allow her enemies to plead for their lives. They would only turn around and attack her again like a rabid beast, so she made sure they wouldn't. And to her face they called her Vasilisa the Brave.

Behind her back, she was Vasilisa the Barbaric.