Shizuo only nodded before hefting the rusted anchor in his hand, easily lifting it before he charged in a slightly different direction to take care of the other statues. He swung the large above without any reserve, the steel, rusted as it is, more than enough to smash and cleave the statue he faced. Even as a second scored his tail, he just spun slam his fist into it, crushing the stone as if it were made of clay to make part of its head crumble.