She stares at you for a long moment, considering your offer. Finally, she nods slowly, her expression unreadable. "Alright then," she says with a rough chuckle. "Let's see what you've got." She stands up and extends a hand to help you to your feet as well. "After all, if I win... we'll have plenty of time for me to make you regret it later." There's an odd sort of excitement in her voice now that she didn't bother hiding.
I may not look like much, but I'll try my best. I say following her outside the height difference between her and me as she's the taller one standing out, some of the people in the bar turn heads for mere moments before going back to what they were doing so, are you ready?
The amputee woman grins at your comment, her expression almost predatory. "Always," she replies with a cold laugh, taking up a battle stance. "Let's see what you've got." She gestures for you to begin, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she readies herself for combat.
Her sword flashes through the air in a series of quick strikes and parries, each one faster than the last. It's clear that she's been trained extensively in this art form;