"Man, always comes down to this, doesn't it?"

Alright then, if they weren't going to just back off, even if they weren't terribly threatening, he could buy them time, but to do that, he'd need a lot more water than what was at his disposal.

He held his hand out and water appeared around him, the drops heading upwards and forming a ball above his head as he raised his hand. It changed and he summoned his sitar, catching it in mid-air easily enough, practiced.

It might be an odd choice for a weapon.