Ishiah's eyes widen immediately, roving over Rin's form. Not entirely clumsy, and appropriate for the weapon he bears — it's probably the work of the reaper training Rin. Even though Ishiah's plan would normally be to evade the attack, were he fighting in earnest, he needs to have some idea of the scale of Rin's strength.

So he stands in place, bracing his arms as Rin's blow spreads through his entire body, the scrape of metal rushing all the way to the tip of his wings.

"So you draw on your power for brute strength. Just striking wherever the sweep of your arm takes you. That won't work in many cases. You need to develop your instinct," Ishiah says, his arms quaking as he continues meeting hit after hit, then ducks to the side with a sweep of his wings, gaze fixed and waiting to gauge Rin's reflexes.