(The Reaping Wind slices Mitten Mask.)
Mitten Mask: Aagh!
Mirabelle: Nooo! Mitten Mask! I can't fight them alone!
Malacoda (sepulchrally): You don't have to. I'm in full demon form now.
Mirabelle: Hooray! I won't question this.
Malacoda (sepulchrally): I'll keep the wind user busy.
Mirabelle (rolling up sleeves): All right. That leaves...a giant angry monster with razor claws. Round two.
Title: Chapter 8: The Magic Words