Rarity cantered along in the most ladylike fashion she could manage, given the rate at which her heart beat. She was absolutely appalled at the idea of a group of ponies treating others in such an uncivilized manner. Even more so, since the group in question was none other than those beautiful crystal ponies.

She searched high. She searched low. She searched low and high, high and low. Nothing. No traces of either of the kidnapped ponies. This was bringing about a certain level of despair in Rarity. She pondered how she could prove Rainbow innocent, but couldn't find any evidence as to where they were taken from, much less to...

There was a slight buzz at the base of her skull. Knowing better than to ignore this, she simply jumped backwards, right as a cloaked earth pony fell to the ground, a couple of blades protruding from her sleeves. This particular pony wasted no time, coming at rarity with a murderous glint in her eye. Rarity dodged each swipe with grace becoming of her nature.

"Oh, darling! I haven't seen you in ages! How is that dazzling guild doing nowadays? Well enough to still check in on me after all these years, it seems. Tell me, do they still teach you those ungraceful attack methods? Based on your technique, I'd say so! Here, allow me to correct you!" Rarity said to the figure with the same ease as her previous movements. Instead of dodging the next swipe, she side stepped and grabbed her wrist. A simple movement of her own foreleg, and the hooded pony was on her back. Rarity wasted no time stepping on this pony's right foreleg, holding the other's blade to it's owner's throat.

"Now talk, Ms. Shores. Where are they hiding the princesses?" Rarity said to the failed assassin.

"Center of town, I swear! Now... You'll let me live... Right?"

"I'm sorry. Lose ends and all that." Rarity said, wasting no mercy. She shoved the blade into Sapphire Shores' neck.

As the life drained from the pop-star assassin's eyes, Rarity removed her wrist-blades. She also grabbed the cloak and equipped it to herself.

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Rarity's trot to the castle seemed uneventful for the first five minutes. At the six minute mark, right as the castle's silhouette came into view, so did a small armada of crystal ponies. Rarity sighed inwardly, Looks like I have to... Such an unfortunate outcome, this. I was hoping to avoid spilling their blood. However, I smell on them no small amount of hatred and cruel intent...

She felt her infernal half coming forward, clawing towards the surface... Of course, she didn't let it. Not yet.

"Oh, dear me! I must say the manner in which you all are conducting yourselves is incredibly brutish, and will be punished if you do not promptly release them, apologize, and change your ways!" Rarity called out in warning. Of course, with brutish action comes brutish response. They lifted their various weapons and charged. Gunponies and archers leveled their aim at her, while berserkers and vanguard alike rushed her, blades blazing. She sighed as a certain smile returned to her face.

Now, you can come hither. She closed her eyes a moment, feeling her inner fires heating up. Her blood boiled as time became gelatinous, her fur growing in length, becoming fashionably ragged. Her senses heightened. Then she opened her eyes, revealing that they had changed. The pupils dilated and and became slits. Her irises changed hues, leaving their usual blue and becoming more of a yellow orange. Her new cloak ripped to make way for her fiery wings. That's when all Tartarus broke loose.

The first blade to try to connect was side-stepped, and Rarity poked the wrist with a large amount of force, relinquishing the pony's hold on it. It fell handle first to the ground. She took this moment to shove them down onto the upward facing blade. She spun to face the next assailant, but they met the same end, as Rarity had ripped their throat out. Then she was surrounded, as they decided a tactic such as an En Masse Barrage was the best. She would slice a throat with a twirl and dodge a stab in the same motion. What she dodged met another pony's heart. And so this dance goes until the firing squad finally gets their shit together and fires. Rarity, however, was unimpressed by this. she simply grabbed the nearest pony to herself and put them in front of her. Once the cache was spent, she removed the ammunition from the corpse and returned them, ever so generously, to their respective owner's. Right between their eyes, that is.

And like that the armada fell. Though, at the cost of all that energy, so did Rarity.

Author's Note

Rarity is an assassin and a demon in this continuity. Haters gonna hate.