Elf Slaughter

Morendi does not hate elves...much. She was goaded into attacking them with herbs.
'Don't jump you fool!' spat the elf, having lost some of his dignity because of rage. 'Well why not?' asked Morendi, poised to jump over the edge of the zeppelin. 'Because you'll kill yourself,' hissed the elf angrily. Morendi sighed, demonstrating her obvious frustration with the situation. She thought, she needed a way to get rid of this guy. 'Well what does it matter to you?' Morendi asked, considering killing him. 'Well I...you see...I am....well,' blustered the elf, losing their verbal duel. 'It shouldn't matter,' said Morendi getting into a better angle to leap. 'No!' cried the elf, drawing his sword. Morendi raised an eyebrow. 'I am a member of the Forsaken. Get that away from me,' she said calmly. 'You are a lunatic and under arrest!' commanding the apparent paladin. Morendi sighed, readying for battle. She drew her blades very carefully and secured her throwing axes. She turned to the blood elf and finally spoke, 'Are you threatening me?'
It all happened at once, the elf attacked. She parried his blade, pondering. He was strong and slow, she was light and fast. Her odds were better in such enviroments. A swift kick and she was sailing over the edge, her heart in her mouth and her vision flashing. The sensation ceased, she was merely knocked down the steps. Deftly putting a dagger onto her boot, she kicked it into his chest. He scream and flailed wildly. Some paladin, she thought.