Trying to keep track of all the magic that's being thrown around is impossible on a good day. Today is not a good day, and Jamie doesn't even bother to try to figure what's going where except for that wall of ice that Adelaide had manifested to try and keep him safe. It doesn't seem to have deterred his attacker all that much, but it does give him a bit of a barrier, something he can keep between himself and the warrior that seems set on carving out a piece of his hide.

There's only so long that he can use the wall and avoid any attacks, however, and eventually he has to switch to a defensive stance, using his sword to fend off as many attacks as he can. For a short while he's able to manage, but then a blow from the shield sends him staggering back into the mess of the bench's contents that are scattered on the floor. One foot slips, but it turns out to be to his advantage as the follow up swing from the warrior's sword winds up passing harmlessly over his head rather than connecting with his neck - something he's grateful for.

However, it's also given him an idea, and hopefully a few seconds of time to try and pull it off as well. He grabs at some sort of container that's next to his other hand, using it to scoop up whatever he can on the floor. This time when the shield comes at him again, he's ready, dodging to avoid the blow and then, the moment there's an opening, throwing the contents of the container at the warrior's face. It might not do much, but he might get lucky - or at the very least, he might get a chance to disengage and try and get to a more advantageous position. Whatever happens, he'll take it.