She was going to cut

When the day was high and she was sure that there were no civilians near by, she suddenly stopped in her tracks to unsheath her swords, one shorter than the other, as was the style of her technique. There was nothing as far as the eyes could see for a long time. Only tall grass, swaying under the winds, a vision of peacefulness.

And then, silently, they revealed themselves. Straw cone hats over shrouded figures, each wielding a lethal weapon at their hands. This was an ideal place as any for the ambush, they thought to themselves. The quiet shifted as the battle was about to take place, peacefulness was gone as tension coloured the silence with bated breaths. Soon, there would be deaths.

The girl was calm. Her grips upon the hilts were firm. She was imbued with an ancient sword spirits that instill in her a knowledge that almost felt less like a portent and more like .... a fact:

She was going to cut.