Out in a cleared field, a lone man stood, sword drawn.  He surveyed the area and found it met his desires for this practice time.  With a thought, Pytyar activated the parade ground's illusion enchantments.  Three Humans appeared in sight, each clad as a southern knight.  Slowly, all three moved toward him in a determined way, fanning out to come at their lone opponent from different angles.  The arms teacher dropped into a crouch, keeping low and balanced.  His sword came up in a guard position as he turned in an arc encompassing all three opponents.  For the moment, he watched, running quickly through a catalog of spells he could use, debating for a second whether to use magic or just take them with his mundane skills.