Smugly walking home from an out of place shop, you were casually swinging a sword around. Armed with the knowledge of how it is used, you were ready for some fun. Supposedly, the sword was able to cut up bodies without harming them. When separated, body parts are still living and suffer no visible injury; cut areas covered by normal skin.
Stepping inside your front door, you were excited beyond belief. A sword alone is a cool thing, but one with magical powers was ten times better. "So awesome..." you mumble, interrupted by a knock on the door behind you.
"Yes?" you asked, opening the door to see a very beautiful brunette woman. In her early 20s, she had chosen to wear revealing clothes on this day. Tight white tank top displaying her sweaty cleavage, very short pink and white striped shorts that showed of her long shapely legs, and brown flip flops showing off her small, cute feet. Brushing her long hair out of her pretty face, she looked somewhat disinterested.
"Sorry to bother you, but my mom is pretty much forcing me to help my brother with his school fundraiser. Basically selling some stupid chocolate. Up for buying some?" Even with an annoyed tone, she sounded sultry.
They always say sex sells, and having such a hot gal on your front step, you were very inclined to buy anything from her. "With that kind of presentation, there's no way I could say no." you eagerly reply, holding the sword under your arm as you struggled to retrieve you wallet.
This didn't seem to please the brunette, growing frustrated waiting. "Do you need help or something?" she asked, stepping a bit too close to you. As you fumbled with your pants pocket, you inadvertently swung the sword around, making impact straight with the brunette's waist. She doesn't feel it at first, but is startled when she finds herself sliding back. "What the fuck?" she cries.
Having bissected her, the brunette's top half falls to the ground, dropping the box of chocolates she held. It was then you realized what you did, as her lower half stood, shaking and tensing her toes. Uttering an oops, you can see the brunette looking at you, completely terrified. Gritting her teeth, the brunette claws herself over to her car, making sure not to drag her tits along the ground. Clambering into the drivers seat, she starts the car. Not understanding what kind of car she drives, you watch it zoom off; bewildered she left behind everything from the waist down.
Letting the sword fall to the floor, you grab the brunettes lower half. Dragging the shaking legs inside to avoid anyone seeing, you place them on your couch. They kick back and forth, both from your touch and because their shorts got wedged in their butt, showing off the plump part. You were half tempted to smack it, but understood the situation. Somewhere in town was half a woman, with tale of you and the sword. And you have the evidence to prove it, on the floor and on your couch. You pause to think of what to do.