Harrow raises an eyebrow at Gideon's urging for an impressive—okay, epic, in her words—construct, but it's an amused eyebrow raise. She tosses a bone shard out from her pocket, and at the same time, says, "Some would consider a soldier more important than a cavalier, all a matter of opinion and context."

She is not trying too terribly hard, but she is definitely not going with effortless construct. The thing that forms is about ten feet tall, a skull head on top of a round and gigantic body that looks like it is made of two shoulderblades stuck together surrounded by a giant ribcage knit together with enormous vertebrae, and has four long legs—constructed of very enlarged human leg bones, complete with knees, though two fold the normal way and the other two backward—coming out from each side of its body.

It also has four arms, each of which have good solid humerus and then ... forearms that look kind of like swords, in a nod to a certain memorable construct experience she and Gideon shared. Similarly to that other construct, its underside also has about fifty tiny little hands, fingers all grasping at air.

"How," she says, mildly, looking from one fighter to the next, "is that. I'm no Cohort construct adept, but I am descended from a number of them."