"Practice shielding until it becomes second nature. You wear a Jewel; if trouble comes your way it will be because they expect you to use it even if a weapon." Allairavar advises. It is a part of his job to make sure the Strangers don't wind up dead. A brow does arch when Guts comes at him again. Allairavar hadn't missed the other man's faltering grip.

He'll have to show Guts how to layer shields as well, Allairavar decides.

Leveling the warblade in front of him Allairavar meets Guts advance with the same calm expression that he had before. Meanwhile, a little timer ticks by in the back of his head, measured to the clang of blades as they dance back and forth around the field. Thirty minutes later, Allairavar holds up a hand, halting the activity that has drawn of small crowd of onlookers.

"And now you rest," Allairavar declares. "There's only so much pushing any body needs in a day."