Though the mare didn't wanted to give up. Her fires of love and passion were only stoked even more while she crawled back up. She rubbed the dirt from her muzzle and moved her more wetter mane out of her eyes. The wingless Rarity fixed her eyes once again on her winged even image as the rain started to pour down more and more in a real storm. "Good, very good even," she spoke while the blunt end of her sword got placed against the very tip of the horn. "But you seem to forget other things," the wingless Rarity continued to speak under a gentle nod.