Link's eyes stayed on Espedon's, though he certainly took in the man's actions. But he knew what he was doing enough to pay attention the the important tells. And his opponent's eyes were the best to follow.

At the semi-bow - which was a very clear invitation - Link rolled his shoulders and straightened his tights then fell into a ready stance. Bouncing on his heels, shield in front of him, sword held just loose enough at his side - in his left hand of course - to spin and twist as needed. A broad grin at the challenge that looked to be before him. He wasn't at all intimidated by the side of Espedon's sword. It wasn't the size that counted, but how you used it.