As Patrick looked around for his opponent, a sudden movement caught his eye. He looked over at it and he could swear that the movement came from his opponent, but he wasn't completely sure. As he began to walk towards the movement, a large burning branch suddenly fell in front of him, sending sparks leaping onto his clothes.
He quickly sheathed his sword and began sending jets of water onto the embers that had caught fire on his clothes. Once the embers were out, he shot a stream of water at the burning branch, which was instantly extinguished. He drew is sword, which was still coated with a thin layer of ice.
"Water," he muttered as the layer of ice melted and became a layer of water. He strode forward, sword at the ready. He walked slowly, completely prepared to jump into the air and start flapping his wings if it was necessary for him to go airborne.