"Nope!"  The swordswoman adjusted the weight of her longsword to rest easily on her shoulder, laughing as she gave her reply.  Even though her swing had clearly cut as a killing stroke should, she'd continued to pull it through, bringing it on up to make a follow-up easy.  And follow up she did.  The fae wasn't planning on letting her enemy, pseudo-immortal or not, get any chance to catch her breath.  From the position her sword had come to, she swung down with great force.  Then over. Then up. Then down again. Then over.  Then up. Then down. Up. Over. Down. Down. Up. Over over over down up over down over down up down upupoverdownoverdownupoverdownupdown.  Soon her blade became nothing more than a silver blur flashing back and forth in front of her and cutting what had once been a purple-haired girl into smaller and smaller pieces.  She finally finished with one clean swing and watched in satisfaction as the pulp - there were hardly even any solid chunks left - rained down to the ground in front of her.  "Serves ya right," she "hmph!"ed and turn around, flicking a mess of bodily fluids from her blade before returning it to the sheath on her back and starting to head off, seemingly unaware that the demolition of Aroketh's body had done nothing to erase the runes.