Cirno sat in the hole Bee had made earlier, legs kicking idly as she ate a bowl (well, broken pot gotten off the floor) of watermelon-flavored shaved ice, scooping it up with a curved shard of broken pottery she had also found on the floor. She hummed idly to herself as fireballs whizzed past her head, a chunk of wall and part of the floor exploding outward as Ganondorf's shockwave impacted it, the wall crumbling and taking a section of the floor below with it. Then most of the tower exploded, for good measure. Such was life in Gensokyo, and also... wherever this was.

On the floor below, Iron Knuckle #2 stared out the gigantic hole its boss had just made in the wall. #2 gave a little sigh, brushing some dust off of its white breastplate. The knight was tired, its feet hurt, and it never even got to fight anyone; Iron Knuckle #2 wished it was at home plotting to destroy the Maku tree. Something dripped onto the Iron Knuckle's helmet, and it looked up to see a little girl, no more than a meter tall, idly eating something out of a broken pot as a pitched battle raged in the background. 

The two made eye contact, nodded, and went back to what they were doing. This didn't involve them.