"Ha! A Red Templar am I?" Alayre comments as he quickly thrusts the smaller sword towards James's shield. The chuckles from the others make him smile a bit. It seems that they won't be forgetting today's lesson anytime soon. "Continue with your commentary, good ser." Alayre says as he swings the dreaded Iceblade towards that shield to test it's strength.

"I shan't interrupt any further."

Alayre wonders idly how well he would compare against a Red Templar as of now. Judging from the awed looks, it seems like he plays the role of one convincingly enough. James had yet to retaliate and that worries him somewhat. He knows the other is seasoned in combat, so maybe James is simply bidding his time.