"I don't intend to," Al informed her. Carefully, with his back painfully straight, he took his hands off the shaft and placed them on his knees for balance. "If the tail of your broom makes a significant enough impact with mine, it will disrupt my balance enough to send me falling."
He peered downwards. "Now, if I put myself into a fetal position during the fall and tuck and roll on the impact, the worst that should happen is a twisted joint or a significantly noticeable pattern of bruises. It's nothing I haven't received before in my Defense lessons." He bit his lip. "Actually wait."
Al pulled his glasses off and tucked them safely into a robe pocket. "Now I'm ready."