He whirls to look as Furiosa is batted aside, but breathes a short huff of relief upon seeing her get right back up again. Backing up, he takes in the presence of the swords, secure in the knowledge that he doesn't need to get within their reach. Instead, he circles round the demon, then draws a hand back and throws a spear, following it with the double swords, then pivots, sending a flurry of smaller swords at it.

Under the wrappings around his face he's grinning, though his eyes remain keen and calculating. He can ignore the wind as energies hum and rush through him, as his mind spins and clicks through the now habitual mental activity needed to fight.

The quick manifestation of these weapons takes a lot less out of him than that sonic manipulation he did earlier, and he looks as though he could keep this up for a while, his feet steady on the snowy ground as he sidesteps and pivots.