[ She's still waving her sword haphazardly, snipping wings, and arms and sprightly body parts. ]

Haven't met anything in this place that does. Not yet, anyway.

[ She's right about that though, there's no sport or satisfaction in it– even if to curb her own annoyance and boredom]

The thing is .. if you poke at anything enough, eventually it'll fight back, or die. Less boring, maybe fun– and honestly, I've been bored out of my mind since I landed here. So, I'll take my chances with bullying these little bastards–

[ She slices one clean diagonally, a pretty little ring of red roses falling along with its severed halves. ]

unless you've got a better suggestion.