Once upon a time, in a land not far away, lived a mighty warrior called Eckelich. He lived in harmony with the land and such, but what he did not live in harmony with was air. He hated air. He had done so for many years now, and it drove him ever so insane. The worst part wasn't that air was all around him: in the woods he walked in, in the cities he raided, yes, even up his own nose there was air. But no, the worst part was, as he had found out, that he did in fact need air to live.

Tough luck.