Grace lands a solid blow, right in between the armor, and shoulder's, hitting a few ribs, if the dweomer wasn't put on her blade, it would have been fatal for most people, thank Iomedae it wasn't, she felt invigorated, but also a bit sorry, she hadn't meant to hit so hard.

Nodding to Filburn with respect and acknowledgement, she then turns to Morevek "Care to dance?" she says, with a small grin growing on her face.