Inside the pub she sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. While she sipped her drink a patron came up and propositioned her. She grabbed his hand and broke his wrist. As he crumpled to the floor in pain one of his buddies attacked her, she dodged she flipped the left blade out and put to his throat. "Take your buddy and go see a medical professional or you will be needing a grave digger." She punctuated digger by pressing just a little bit harder causing her sword to puncture the skin. She moved the tip of her blade to her mouth. She licked the blood off. Before she could decide whether or not to drain him he took off with his buddy. She finished off her drink and ordered another. She turned around and surveyed the rest of the people in the pub. She wondered how many of these people would end up dead before this would be all over.