The massive winds come straight for Caleb. He sinks once again, going as deep as he can trying to avoid the storm, but the winds are strong. A twirl in a circle with outstretched arms creates a swirling ball of water around Caleb, and it then turns to ice. The storm passes over Caleb, who is in the iceball, and goes out of the arena. The audience leaps out of the way as the gusts rage past Caleb, out of the arena, and through the bleachers. The storm hits a wall and dissipates. Caleb emerges from the water still in the ball of ice. The top of the ball liquifies and forms a flat disk for Caleb to stand on.
"I'm impressed, Atraiu! Very impressed." Caleb said. He pulled a cup of water from beneath him, shaped it into some form, and glazed it in iced. He then used it to comb through his hair in a mocking manner, as if simply waiting for another attack.