Such was her foe's indignation on finding his breath no longer coming properly that she punched clean through his defenses at last, laying open a broad line on his cheek as he yanked his head back out of the way from more lethal consequence at the last moment. With the chains of ice adequately dissipated to allow it, Tsukishiro vaulted backwards, landing on the far edge of the platform. Or was it the edge? It was very visible beneath him.

His confident smirk had vanished, replaced with a sick, bloodthirsty glare as he yanked his sash free from his belt. "It isn't enough to just win now!" he sneered. "Now I need to make you suffer!"

With that, he drew the sash around himself. For a moment, his crescent blade shone like another moon in the sky... and then disappeared along with its wielder, swathed by the cloak's power of invisibility.