Shizuo doesn't respond, instead already darting in with a yell towards the felled statues. They may have been knocked over, but they were still moving—or at least one of them was.

But even as electricity sparks around him, his fists can only do so much. If only he had a wep—

"—The hell??"

As if answering his wish, black shadows and lightning gather around his hand to form—a giant rusty anchor.

........Uh. Since when could he—???

No time to ponder. Although fractured more, that swordfish statue is making another beeline towards him and he has to swim away to avoid it first.