Every clash of swords was fatal, as ice (frozen water) collided with electricity, producing an explosive bang with every hit. But neither of the fighters minded, as their safety felt less important than taking down the enemy standing before them. With every strike, they could each feel their bones and muscles cry out. The pain was agonising, but they had no choice but to bear with it for the time being, with each of them knowing that cutting down their adversary was of greater importance.
Shinju stood several feet away, spectating - not because she wanted to do but rather, because she could not interfere, knowing how personal the encounter was. So she set her eyes on the skull-shaped tower and stretched both hands towards it, attempting to open a portal from within the building so she could get in with little time. It would be the quickest way to get into the tower, as her instinct told her that, was where Genta would be.