Grace moved through the combat forms Seraph had drilled into her.
Swing, parry, thrust. It was still nighttime. Her Blade of Dawn cut golden arcs through the air of the small forest clearing she'd found for private practice. Sweat trickled down her spine, making her robes stick to her skin in a way that would've been uncomfortable if she weren't so focused.
[One more day. Just one more day until I face The Tide... Just one more day until I try to screw a water spirit into submission. No pressure. No pressure at all. Just the fate of an entire village and one reckless scholar depending on my ability to wield a magical light-dick. Totally normal angel stuff.]
She finished the sequence with a flourish, then paused to catch her breath. Sweat soaked her hair, plastering white strands to her forehead and neck. The training felt good. Familiar and grounding amid all the chaos of the past few days.
