“Party’s over, Pinkie.” I announced with false courage. In truth, I was losing a lot of blood, and she was armed. If a mere student of hers almost did me in, surly the master herself would be an even bigger challenge. There was also Rainbow to account for. Her Cutie Marks had been skinned from her flanks, and she was missing her left wing. Pinkie was still holding the mass of light blue feathers between her hooves, then tossed the thing onto a small sterilized table, taking up a hacksaw.

“Oh. Hi, Sebby! You made it!” Pinkie merrily called. “Why do they call it a hacksaw? Hacking was what I was doing with the knife. You don’t hack with a saw. You saw!”

“Pinkie, stop it. You’ve done enough already.” I barked weakly.

“Oh, come on, I need more of my special ingredient.”

“Pinkie Pie!”
I was beginning to get dizzy. The bleeding of my face was beginning to get to me… I had to end this quick, or I was done for…
The pink-coated pony turned to me with a look of annoyance, her grip on the saw’s handle tightening.

“You came to help me harvest, right?” she asked.

“No, Pinkie. I… I came to get Rainbow and take her home. Now, just let her down and we will never speak of this again. I swear, nobody here will say a word.”
Pinkie smiled.

“I’m sorry, Seb. I really am. It’s just that I don’t make the rules. Your guys’ numbers came up, so I need you two to help me.”

“Rainbow, I’m gonna get you out of here.” I tried to assure the restrained pegasus.
Pinkie took a solemn step toward me, a sort of twisted hunger glinting in her eyes.

“You’re going to make a tasty cupcake, Sebastian. I will miss you when you’re gone, but at least we can spend our last moments together.” She said.

Cupcakes? This was for cupcakes?

“You’re mad.” I retorted.

“Funny. They all say something like that… Even little Twist…” Pinkie gestured to the bone table, which I then realized was decorated with the severed heads of four little fillies. The pale one with bright red hair and freckles was the one she referred to.
It took me a moment before I was able to focus once again.

“Even foals… You really are sick…”
What was I stalling for!?
Unfortunately, I was unable to even finish the thought before Pinkie made her move, slashing at my face. My eye was ultimately what saved me, as it seemed to quicken my reflexes even further than they already were. I saw the slash coming from a mile away and almost in slow motion. Even so, Pinkie was quick, and her assault flowed quite well. With the missed slash, she used her momentum to sweep at my legs. I hopped over the strike and followed up with a punch of my own that connected hard with the left side of her face. Her head snapped to the side, but she smiled… As her frame spun about, she threw her torso downward, launching a spinning back kick that connected with my ribcage. Much to my surprise and mild horror, the strike launched me a solid six feet across the room back into the table. My god, she hit hard! The sliding of metal filled my ears for a moment, but before I was able to get up, Pinkie had leaped onto me, baring all her weight into the knee in my gut which knocked the wind straight out of my lungs with a loud whoosh. Tunnel vision had even set in from the impact, but a flash of steel caught my attention. It appeared to be a Ravensdale knife. A Buckrake!! Before I was able to react, a strange, painful sensation shot up my left arm and raked down my spine, causing the loudest scream I’d ever let out to rocket forth from my lungs. The pain forced my body into motion. In less than a millisecond, I had thrown the deranged mare from me and gotten to my feet, throwing several blind strikes all the while. Once I brought myself back to a focused state, I threw a glance at the arm she had mangled only to recoil in absolute horror.