Fujiyori takes the headphones when offered, placing them around his neck, his hands going back into his pockets as they walk.  Traversing the land he hears him begin to explain more about what they might encounter before a blast of energy shoots past him, it's enough to cause him to arc a brow.  His hands, however, don't leave his pockets, instead, he watches the others for their reactions.  He looks up towards the bird, then down to the fish as he gives his order.  "Hold position, let the others handle this inconvenience.  Best to save your strength for real opposition."  He says in a rather bored manner, it was only a few pawns, his eyes scanning the area for more to see if any begin to circle them.  He bends down, his right hand removing itself from his pocket as he grabs a stone from the path, roughly the size of a gold piece.  He watches over the battle rolling it about in his hand, magic can be felt within his right hand by his Lilim, to the others unless they were standing directly next to him, the concentrated magic is nigh undetectable unless given proper attention.  For the moment, unless actions are taken against him he flows arcane energy into the stone, symbols starting to form all around it as he imbues a spell within it, concentrating and condensing it.  If he has to use it, he will but if not it can be made stronger for later use.