Fleur erupted out in a pleasant chuckle to herself as her revenge was nearly completed, she almost had it done. Almost. For there was one thing that had to be done and that was finishing what she started. Her magic picked up the branch again and brought it over to her while she walked through the mud and rain. Her perfectly styled mane was nothing more but one muddy mess which hung before her left eye. "Seems I survived, lady Rarity. Are you ready for the final blow?" she spoke with a sick joy in her voice.