Professor Durell wrote:"Now for your second lesson, I am going to attack you."
Gaeden was shocked to hear the statement. The tutor appeared unfazed by the fact he was actually going to attack his students. The magling soon realized there probably was not any danger connected with the unfamiliar act. Unless the mentor knew exactly what he was doing he would never do anything to jeopardize the students of the Magick Guild. This was how Gaeden summarized the converging magickal assualt.
By now Gaeden knew he had to reconstruct his magickal shield. He had performed the undertaking regularly and expected the shadow-shield to flow quickly around him. Absorbing any offensive spells, the magling was confident in his own abilities. Finally he focused inwards like he had done often now and sought the void. His concentration led him to magickal plane and now he floated among the strands of energy. The shield flowed automatically around his being hiding the white beacon. Gaeden was strenghtened the shield till the best of his abilities and kept it even and moving. It ran like a endless river around his being. If it was moving it would easier sweep away the attacks and restore the shield once it had been assualted in a particular place. At least so was his reasoning.
Finally Gaeden was ready. Like he had done before he sought the innercalm he knew so well. The evergrowing flame devoured hastily his thoughts and swept across his mind now emptied for anything which might distract him. It was a methodical approach, but it was necessary to keep his composure during an attack from a skilled wielder of magick.
Remaining in an upright position, Gaeden waited patiently. He did not hide or lessen the surface where he migth be struck. Being here to learn, the magling wanted to see how much he could manage.