A soft chuckle came from his lips as he watched the poor girl fall on her bum after a missed strike. The scene sparked a fond memory of his own training days with his sister and their similar mishaps, and he smiled at the woman moving closer to help her up. She got up herself before he could offer a helping hand, and seeing that she was ready to continue the spar, he leveled his shield towards her, preparing for whatever strike she chose to use against him next. The blade came swiftly from the side again, and he met it with complete contact to his shield completely along its length, and with a push, hoped to press the blade backwards and away from his person, the edge of the shield catching the cross piece of the longswords if Kaja followed through with the strike. The accompanying bang against his shield would get his adrenaline pumping even more, and his heart pacing faster. If the block had disoriented her enough he would try a special move by turning quickly around on his heel in a quick spin, extending his shield arm completely out to the side, and would complete the turn with the shield fighting only the air resistance, and if she had decided to attack him then, the shield would knock against the hilt of the longsword and with any luck knock it from her grasp without injuring her.
Disarming with a shield would be a hard move to complete though and if she continued to hold onto the sword, or his little spin move missed then he would immediately reset his shield, preparing for a follow up strike, and would cradle the buckler close to his chest in preparation for any strike that she might plan against him. If it did work then he would offer a smile and a pick up the sword for her if she already hadn't, speaking " Hope my shield didn't hurt you " he would offer to make sure that she would be alright, before stepping back and speaking in a kind voice again. " When you get too tired, feel free to end the spar " he would also add, knowing his endurance might be quite different then hers.