Beginning to an End

Ruellia was tired of all the stuff she had to put up with. First, it was the innkeeper and then it was some hobo on the street and now look where she was. In the middle of a fight. Although...it was more of a sword dance than anything. The sad part was that this had been the best part of her day so far. She wasn't fighting hard in fact it felt more like a swift walk through the park.
"Stick her!" The crowd rawred to her opponent and she grinned. Why not pick up the speed? Her sword dance became faster and with a mere flick of her wrist she had him on the ground with his weapon three feet away.
"Honestly. They never learn," She muttered walking away as she cleaned her sword. It was almost time for dinner.