(Illyricum flash-steps behind Mirabelle and materializes a giant scythe, with which she slashes at Mirabelle. Mirabelle avoids it but falls down.)
Mirabelle (thinking): She's too fast...!
Mirabelle: Um, um -- Unicork!
(An otherwise mundane wine cork appears, flies from Mirabelle's palm, and strikes Illyricum in the eye.)
Illyricum: Wha -- gah!