I flew back to avoid the pulsing blue sword. After all, it is about ten feet long. I summoned a whirling sandstorm and launched it at him. It engulfed him completely, and I flew up above him and shot streams of fire from my hands into the tornado, instantly frying him and turning the sandstorm into one big glass sculpture. I stared at his body, suspended in glass and cooked at over ten thousand degrees. I flew down and landed gently on top of the glass. Then I slammed the butt of my spear against it, shattering it, and the man into a million little pieces.