Squall nodded at the question, as he settled into the closest thing to a more defensive stance he could manage. He wasn't at all sure what he'd be asked to deal with as far as attacks went, but that didn't mean he couldn't be ready all the same. Even with that, he hadn't been expecting to find shells being used as weapons, and for all that he did his best to dodge he couldn't quite get out of the way entirely. There hadn't ever been anyone in the Garden who'd dealt with thrown weapons, unless you wanted to count Fuujin and Squall had never had to deal with her all that much.

Still, for all that the shells had been surprising uncomfortable, he wasn't about to return the favor, as dodged in close enough for an Iron Tail.