It is less how the warblade reacts than the man wielding it. The heaviness of the greatsword should give it the advantage against the pole of the warblade in repeated strikes, no matter how well made the weapon might be. Once Allairavar sees Guts' tactic, he extends the shield to cover the pole of the warblade, lending the strength of the Red to weapon on instinct alone. Still, there is the slightest glint of approval in his golden eyes.

In return, Allairavar calculates with all due care. A strike high on the warblade he meets with turning into the blow and lashing towards vulnerable places - like elbows - with the pommel of the warblade that's capped by thick round of steel just for this purpose.

One thing is certain, Guts hits hard and swift. Each strike is felt, speaking of the kind of force that could break bones under serious conditions. Catching the greatsword against the blade of his weapon, Allairavar pushes forward in one, calculated burst to try to knock the other man out of his rhythm.