The Courtly Game of War: Spec-fic

The twist of her hips told a story of long-forgotten passion bent to a deadly whim--there were the faint echoes of romance of all the beauty that the game of courtly love may have offered. But on top of it were layered hard levels of pain and old scars, not figurative, but literal. She had turned from the game of courtly love to the game of common war, and she had proved most excellent at it. He sighed, watching her twist to the side to dodge a sword thrust that would have spitted her like a game hen. If only she had stayed with the game of courtly love, amusing herself in dreams of dalliance never to be fulfilled, like most of the court ladies. She could--

Inspiration: Rasputina singing, making me think about songs and dance, but quick wanting to not do another fragment based in music...so, since I'd just gotten back from Tae Soo Do class....
Story Potential: High for the way the character's expressed, medium for the setting behind it, and low for everything else.
Notes: I *should* write a story including some exploration of the culture of courtly love. It's such an odd bit in society, and I do find the way it was expressed to be interesting.