For within the light was she revealed as a whole. With her purple mane that went in a perfect curl and her ivory coat reflected some of the light. "Yes... the tailor... Quite ironic don't you think, the pony you least expect it from, is the deadliest. Don't you think, Lyra Heartstrings?" Rarity replied under a deep grin. She closed the gap between them even more with a set of powerful steps. The other unicorn tried to charge her horn again and just lash out towards her. But the fear that raced through her body had broken her concentration. The only result she got was in the form of a couple worthless sprouts of gold colored magic that left it. Lyra gulped deep while she still stood bipedal against the wall. The feeling as if she was about to get executed by an magical execution squad traveled throughout her body.