Ice formed a crystaline water structure. Disruption of the crystals in question was capable of absorbing a significant quantity of kinetic force, due to it's hardness and brittleness. Any caliber of bullet incapable of punching through the ice without shattering it would find the force behind it absorbed by the entire sheet of ice, stopping it in it's tracks. The crystaline structure would convey the energy nearly instantly, causing the entire structure to fall as one. Of course, despite these properties, this ice would be incapable of stopping a single shot from his railgun, which would apply it's kinetic energy only to the small area it impact, leaving the rest of the ice untouched and thus maintaining nearly full velocity. It was additionally vulnerable to a sufficiently sharp blade, if used correctly. Whilst cutting 'against the grain' of the ice would cause the kinetic force to be absorbed, if one were to move the blade along the crystal's structure one would encounter hardly any resistance.

With two swift moments, the front bars of the already melting obstruction were separated from the rest of the construct. A swift kick launched one across the room, where his opponent was forced to dodge. Clever application of mechanical force allowed the crystalline structure to remain intact upon impact with the metal-clad boot, as it was accelerated towards the mage.

His opponent clearly fashioned himself a sorcerer. Whilst his demonstrated power consisted only of the generation of ice structures, he had spoken in Latin. 'Ice Cage', would be a rough translation. This left two options. Either he had named his attacks, as some mutants had a fondness for doing, or his power required him to speak certain phrases for it to function. The concept of required speech was consistent with the idea of a sorcerer, which was reinforced by his choice of clothing and the formation of an orb of energy around his hand as he had performed his 'attack'. As such, the strategic course of action was simple. He could remove his opponent's capability to speak, either through death or lack of air.

Closing the distance with inhuman speed, 57 made swift use of the distraction he himself had created. As the mage turned towards him, a swift blow to the neck sent him backwards, gasping for air. Without air, it would be impossible for him to utter the phrases necessary for his capabilities. Equally swift, the blow was followed up with a blade scything through the air, aimed for that very same neck. Within mere moments, he would incapacitate this most troublesome opponent.

No words were spoken - they were unnecessary and would only slow down the inhuman killing machine. He was created for assassination and death, to apply justice with extreme prejudice. These terrorists were those who would see the world burn for their own gain, those who were blinded by their own greed. They were less than human, creatures of filth and hatred.

Every single mutant would be exterminated.