On the floor

Matt woke up on the floor, just moments later, he opened his eyes to his once tiny elemental, now was at least 10 gallons of water and glass, savagely attacking what looked to be an anthropomorphic goat with wings, and winning, the goatthing looked to have several cuts, and while it didn't bleed, he could see its form becoming less an less concrete as his elemental spun its sharp razors at it. Matt's head felt damp, turning his head, he saw his own blood pooling on the tile, which was being drawn into his elemental, must be why its doing so well he thought idly.
With a shout and a cloud of smoke, the goat thing died.
the other spirit has been killed, shall I go after the woman?