The wind constructs kept coming.
Grace's divine energy burned through her veins like liquid fire. The flow of combat slowly elevated within her. She could feel it pooling in her core, spreading to her fingertips, making her rapier glow so bright it hurt to look at. The sensation was different now than it had been months ago when she'd first manifested her Blade of Eternia. Sharper. More focused. More hers.
More deadly.
Another construct materialized in front of her, its form twisting and writhing like a miniature tornado given shape and murderous intent. Grace didn't hesitate anymore.
It was probably thanks to her new Bravery, but those days of freezing up in combat were long gone.
She thrust forward, her thin blade piercing through its center with a satisfying burst of light. Instead of regenerating, the thing exploded into wisps that the mountain wind carried away like confetti.
[Right, excess energy. Got it.]
