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The sickly yellow of Coffin Fortress' energies lashed out at her surroundings, purging them of any grass along with some rather beautiful flowers, for, as she would say it: not even beauty lasts in the face of death, for all life is transient. Actually, that is not what she would have said, because she would have put it in a much more elaborate fashion, using at least three sentences when she only needed the one, but that was beside the point. More specifically, the point of the book that granted her the transformation almost weeping as it spoke.

[color=silver][b]"Lord,"[/b][/color] it sniffled, [color=silver][b]"Please forgive me for taking your name in vain, but could you please tell me what I have done wrong that you punish me so?"[/b][/color]

[color=FFFF99][b]"What manner of ridiculous utterances do you dare to let leave your unclean mouthflaps?"[/b][/color] asked Coffin Fortress, her voice more than venomous enough to kill an elephant. [color=FFFF99][b]"Is your emotional state not one with the utmost of joys, which, while fleeting in the face of the forces I command, is a most commendable palpitation of the heart to experience within the grand, yet unquestionably inevitable aura of my supreme being?"[/b][/color]

[color=silver][b]"Oh God, it is so much worse than I thought."[/b][/color] 

[color=FFFF99][b]"In the foul and unjust case that your organ of speech has no different utterance than one of foolish ridicule, I, Arcem Loculis - for I shall not sully my full and dreadful name via the manner of taking it on my lips every which occasion it is necessary to do so - do mandate you by the authority of death, to remain unheard within the depths of the void, De mortalium suscitandas et carnis ad potestate mortuae carnes!"[/b][/color]

[color=silver][b]"My name is Salvation, you... you... you gothibaroque freak! What is wrong with you?!"[/b][/color]

[color=FFFF99][b]"Such epithets are ill-suited to the magnificence of your existence, and therefore I shall do my utmost to pretend I have grown hard of using my second sense."[/b][/color] As she spoke, Coffin Fortress reached out to grab Salvation, then stuffed it between the folds of her clothes despite its rather voluminous and loud protestations. [color=FFFF99][b]"I will only restore this great facility of mine once the peril we have been caught up in has run its due course due to my intervention."[/b][/color] And with that, Coffin Fortress blasted off from her place, leaving behind a wake of baleful energies. The skies darkened as she blitzed towards the venue - or maybe that had been a particularly well-placed and small cloud - to see a strange creature being engaged by three magical girls.

Her normal self would have wondered what need there was for her if the beast was already under attack, but alas, she was Coffin Fortress right now and she would never give up an opportunity like this.

[color=FFFF99][b]"O monstrous chimera of basalt, granite and marble, you have chosen the most sinful of occasions to set foot upon this world, for I, Magicae Mortem Puellae Quae Dominatur Arcem Loculis - who shall spare you the glory of hearing her full name - and my loyal companions who follow me both in life and in death, found your presence most distaseful. Begone from my sight, as omnes mortales sarcophagum amplecti cupiunt, et gratiam eis misericordiam tribuo maledictis redemptionem affero!"[/b][/color] All but shouting her last sentence, Coffin Fortress summoned a huge coffin by herself and then poured her magic into it, sending the construct soaring through the air with a most beautiful and serene arc.

It impacted the flying hippo dead on, crushing even more of its outer shell.