Kaito was of the same mind, preparing to flee with Gilda when the house came apart. The clothing in his hands scattered in the wind, flapping haphazardly around the room. There was a loud crash, and Kaito looked over towards Gilda as he felt their hands separate. She had disappeared, pinned to the wall by the flying table.
With a gasp, Kaito began to move towards her. Just then, the tornado beast settled into the room between him and Gilda. Kaito's advance froze and he leapt backwards, his eyes wide with shock and fear as he considered the terrible creature before him. It was clearly only here for his life.
As the monster approached, Kaito felt its powerful winds bite at his skin beneath the borrowed clothes he was wearing. The numbness swelled in his hands, his fingers becoming icy and stiff in seconds. The surge of cold was unbearable, but it didn't necessarily hurt. The lack of sensation in his extremities prevented that. Still, it was entirely uncomfortable, and Kaito yearned to be released from it.
The rush of cold at his hands reached a crescendo, causing Kaito to let out a pained and frustrated yell. Without knowing exactly why, he raised his frozen hands in the approaching beast's direction. To his shock, they were glowing with a bright blue light, and small wisps of steam twirled off of his fingertips.
With another yell, Kaito felt the unbearable cold drain out of him in the direction his fingers were pointed. Lances of razor-sharp ice spewed forth from his hands, spinning in a helix towards their target. They met the tornado monster, cutting through its windy barriers and freezing solid the very air it was using a weapon. There was a loud snap that accompanied this violent change in temperature. The very next second, the beast was encased in a solid block of ice in the middle of the room, and the winds slowly died down.