Squall... ought to have a talk with Cid about the condition he found her in once, much closer to when she'd first come to Garden. Let's just say she was no stranger to fighting while injured. Reaaaally injured.

Hasted, she blurred into an accelerated, graceful dance of spinning blades and explosive strikes. She vaulted lithely over the first grat, hitting it twice, then thrusting her gunblades backwards without looking to impale it. As it collapsed, the other two grats thrust at her almost simultaneously, but she blocked left and right with the flats of her blades, then darted between the two of them with a spinning strike to hit each.