A sudden pressure builds around Ruva.
The very air compresses against her skin—then flows with her breath, syncing to her movements. The runes flare again, brighter now, the pale blue glow swirling across her form like wind trapped in crystal.
The ground beneath her responds with tiny whirlwinds, and her blades begin to hum with a pitch higher than before—alive with kinetic force. Her cloak lifts slightly even without wind. She isn't just light anymore—she's fast and heavy, stable and fluid.
Her eyes sharpen.
"I feel so powerful," she whispers.
And then she moves.
In the blink of an eye, she's in front of the captain.
"Wha—?!"
[Tier 4: Wind Flash Drive]
A single step becomes a blur—air shattering behind her as she reappears mid-strike, her twin blades angled inward. One slashes high, toward his collar joint. The other cuts low, targeting the back of his knee.
Clang! Crunch!
