“My hand…” I mumbled hazily, not quite sure if what I saw was real…
My furious gaze locked on Pinkie, who was making something of a mid-battle snack out of my now-severed hand, chewing one of my fingers with a look in her eyes that could only be described as sinister.

“You taste really good, Sebby!” Pinkie howled after she swallowed the digits between her lips.
After tossing the rest of my palm away, she was upon me once again, faster than I could process. As fast as The Professor all those years ago… In a flurry of strikes and slashes, she only met air… I was beyond desperate… First my face, then my hand… If I didn’t do something decisive soon, I was going to die! My body was moving at a rate I’d never really managed consciously before, but it seemed to be working. Her strikes never met my frame. She appeared to be getting angry and her strikes became wider after a short time, and she began roaring with each stroke. After missing a two-handed swing, she slipped up and bared her back to me. I took the opportunity and took hold of the nape of her neck with my right, swept her legs out from beneath her and spun her about to slam her into the overturned table behind me. The bones that made up the framework of the thing shattered upon impact. Pinkie ceased movement for a moment, but that wasn’t enough from me… Taking up a femur that had been broken free and wielding it like a club, I began a mad assault on the back of the pink-maned psychopath’s head. After two slams, my knees buckled, but I would not allow myself to stop… Not after all she’s done… No… She deserved this… It wasn’t long before a strange mixture of sobs and furious cries of exertion began to pour from me, pounding harder and harder with my improvised weapon all the while. Several moments passed before the bone broke in my hand at which point I could not continue any further. No, I found myself clenching my wrist, trying to stop the bleeding which was finally beginning to make me nauseous, sobbing like a small, terrified child.

“She’s dead!! She’s dead, Rainbow!! I murdered her!!!” I sobbed out at the top of my lungs.

“Seb… It’s alright… Please, just get me out of this thing so we can go home…” Rainbow Dash asked in an assuring manner.
Her words shook me back into focus. I choked down my tears and looked to the makeshift operating table she was strapped to. As I made my way to her, she managed a smile. A beautiful smile… Getting all the straps loosened was no easy feat, and with my non-dominant hand no less. Still, we managed together. I had lost more blood than she, so she offered to assist me out. I greatfully took her up on the offer.