My handchop struck Kissshot's face in a horizontal swing -- the upper half of her head was severed, and it was blown behind together with her golden hair.
Like she was waiting for it, Kissshot's handchop blew up my head. Although it was the same handchop, the power was different -- compared to Dramaturgie’s fist the impact point was smaller, but the power was more focused.

Both our heads flew away.

In normal circumstances this should have been the end.

However -- I and Kissshot are not humans.
We are monsters.

Even if our heads blew off, even if the brains was destroyed, unconcerned with the five minutes time limit, for just an instant our consciousness and field of vision were disrupted -- and immediately they returned as before.

Neither of us had taken any damage.

(Kizumonogatari ch. 17)