The shielded abomination began to roll at quick speeds, unable to see where our poor skeleton doctor was located. At this moment Sieve set his arms behind him, took a deep breath and began to float by a few centimeters. 

At this point it's essential to establish that by no means is breathing necessary when lungs, veins, nostrils and all the mushy wet bits are taken out of the organic equation to life. Rather, our calcium hero needed to store large amounts of air inside of him in order to cast spells effectively. It wasn't "breathing" so much as it was sucking. If you asked Sieve to describe the noise made from this process he'd use cute and flowery language, no doubt referencing wind instruments and the like. If you were to ask people from other worlds they would more accurately pin the sound down as "homicidal vacuum cleaner". 

In his old world he was only able to glide at slow and wobbly speeds, sparingly used to hover over the occasional oil puddle. However, after having been blessed with extensive knowledge of wind magic, Sieve found himself being able to glide around at a running speed, with the option to steer himself by twirling his robes. Sieve was learning all of this while swerving around like an idiot, dodging the catwarrior repeatedly.

With the doctor's black robes, small body and pointy mask, an outsider would have compared the scene to a mosquito divebombing a housecat. Sieve was busy screaming the entire time to really get a grip on his steering.

It was then that the strange woman who was penalized earlier began cheering. Sieve had read tales of blue-skinned humans that lived in the ocean, but never thought he'd meet a merfolk. Her boon immediately made him feel his ribcage swell with capacity, as well as cause his body to float several inches more.

[i]Oh, how truly putrid of me. If anyone were to see under my garments.... indecent!![/i]

It was then that an idea had occured to the mentally-blushing magician. Clumsily teetering down to the field, Sieve carefully pointed his black wooden wand. He mentally selected the location of his spell, bringing it close so as to be able to pour more energy into it. A wall of hard, reinforced air materialized between the cat and the insect. The skeleton switched hands and began the second part of his questionable plan.

"You fight like a dairy farmer! In fact, if I didn't know any better I'd even sa-"

The creature began to roll, now having heard the bony mosquito and his cries. Sieve was a little disappointed, as he spent an embarassingly long amount of time creating that insult and wanted it to sting. On impact, the beast broke the wall, causing the sound barrier contained within to pop, ringing alongside squeals of confusion. At times like this it was nice to not have eardrums.

The creature didn't have time to properly stand up before Sieve began the final step. A set of black, thin robes billowed viciously with the gale, giving Sieve the ephemeral appearance of a spectral crow. For the first time since being re-re-alive he looked hauntingly elegant. An enhanced, direct sphere of air streaked towards the opponent's head. Protecting humans from threats filled the little skeleton with something a little more substantial than air.