A little something I have started working on.
As the saying goes, the first cut was the deepest. She felt the skin and muscle separating as the long sword , almost without resistance, slid into her leg. The sword slicing into her thigh caused an immediate burning pain, enveloping her thigh and causing her to drop down on her knees onto the gravel strewn earth. Maybe she knew she was in trouble. Oh, who was she kidding. She knew she was in trouble. Hell, she always knew she was in trouble. And trouble, whether from an inget wielding a sword, or from an ex lover, never stopped her for long.