Souji nods, his eyes on the feminine form coalescing in front of them. He can make out the curves of her figure, but draped scarves hide her face and hair. All he can see clearly are her legs when the scarves flicker aside, and her arms and hands, each holding a flower, one black, one white.

"I can't hear her anymore." He lifts his sword, ignoring the familiar ache across his shoulders. "She should have ice as her strongest element."