My home was just as I had left it only hours ago, and it didn’t take me long before I was adjusting my frock coat and shedding my bandage.

You again… I thought at my reflection. The Biohazard Bunny….
My choices as far as weapons were also simple. My birthday gifts… A twinge of guilt shook through me at already having to use these… No matter. It’s kill or be killed. Rarity had to be stopped… I knew the police couldn’t do anything on account of the events of a month ago… It was truly up to me and me alone. The sheathe of my new sword was a large leather strap that clasped over my chest and mounted the sword on my back. It was a comfortable fit… After readjusting it to allow for a quick draw if needed, I slid the blade into it and gave it a good, loud rev. I liked that sound… With a last, self-indulgent rev, then I tucked my dagger into it’s sheath at the small of my back in the belt-mounted cut of leather.
The boutique was absolutely pristine on the outside… A pleasant sight for Equestria to be fooled by… For within the bowls of the beautiful structure lie a demon. A seamstress of sorts… A seamstress of souls… The Seamstress… That’s it…. That was her name…

“Okay… Come on!”
The door all but snapped upon the impact of my boot and I stepped inside, drawing my sword. There she was. She’d chained herself up in the center of the room, back to the door. What a fool… A slash of my blade cleaved the… Doll? Wait a second! That’s not-
A furious cry sounded behind me, meriting a spinning swipe that caused her to duck. She launched a counter-attack, jamming her bladed gauntlet toward my abdomen. My reflexes allowed me to sidestep the strike, and bring my own blade down. She managed a roll and launched another swipe at my head. I caught her wrist with my free hand and locked gazes with her. Big mistake.
Her mind was filled with hate… The memories of all of her victims, the feelings of elation she got from making them into wigs, dresses, coats, scarves, corsets, and so on… The dress she wore was made of Vinyl… Poor mare… She put up a real fight, though…
The Seamstress let out a furious battle cry, accompanied by a renewed stream of blood spurting from her eye. The pain within her mind had caused tears to begin flowing down my face, but I only returned the scream and lifted her from the wrist, propelling her into a row of bloodied mannequins. The exertion had caused my wounds to re-open… Great… Not only was I fighting a psychotic mare with bladed arms, I was fighting time as well… Once The Seamstress regained her feet, she charged forward again. A sudden lowering of my visual input told me that the blood-loss from earlier hadn’t helped… I felt my sword be knocked from my grasp, then a loud “Shunk” had me pinned like a poster to the wall. My breath left me in that instant. I was on the verge of passing out… This was it! My hand shot to my dagger, and drew it backhanded. The swipe went clean through her jugular and larynx. It was over… That fast…..

“Exuro in Inferno…” I muttered a hazy curse in Latin.