Raorka's body was covered with a blue coat, along with a blue cape draping over his back. In his right hand there was a sword, a metallic sword but one in which he could feel the flow of water, it's rhythm. Experimenting with it, he twirled the sword and as if on command, a surge of water rose up and followed the movements of the sword. As Raorka noticed carefully, the water was a razor focused stream, mimicking even the shape of the sword.
As well as it's sharpness.
"My, my." The Demon of Lust said. She was resting on her long tail, looking at him with mock surprise.
"WHERE. IS. ROKAR?" Raorka roared, thrusting his sword towards the Demon. A column of water rose up and flew towards her, perfectly in sync with his blade.