Whatever it was that Elsa meant, Imenry couldn't teach it to her. She could teach her sword skills and other things warriors would know, but while Imenry knew of magic and the types of spells, she certainly wasn't taught in it's use. There would be no reason for that. If what Elsa wanted to do was fight with her magic, she'd need to speak with another mage. "If you're interested in learning about things I cannot teach I recommend a mage from the circle here. Her name is Lee, and she's very kind." Imenry certainly wasn't going to suggest Brennan teach the woman. Maybe it was petty but at the moment she wanted this Elsa to leave him alone.
She stepped back, her claymore held defensively as she waited for Elsa to strike. The woman faltered, seemingly lost in thought about something or other and Imenry wondered if she was even going to bother to attack. But then she was, suddenly and with some sort of ferocity behind it that might serve her well if it could be better channeled.
The blow was aimed high, but the claymore was large enough to protect her without Imenry shifting it upwards. She held firm, and then shifted slightly to the side to catch the oncoming blade. It hissed against the smooth silverite of the claymore with a clang and then was redirected to the side with enough force that it might send it's wielder with it. Raising a brow, Imenry studied the other woman. "You have to keep a cooler head in battle. Attacks like that will only get you killed. If I'd been an enemy you would be dead now as you left yourself wide open."