Air?

Seeing her fall to the ground, and take a nice comfy seat, he scoffed. “Ye’ got to be kiddin’ me!” Looking up at the sky, he pleaded to the God above. “I’ll do anything.” His voice escalated in irritation, and his shoulders slouched forward. Turning back to the creature he pulled out his second blade, just before it started to tinker with what looked like something to hold water with. Crouching down to its level, he raised a brow and propped his elbows on his knees. His sword made an X in front of his legs, and his eyes watched her hands. “Air?” Rocking from his left foot to his right, he creeped forward.