The first attack Espedon would make was a wide, arching slash, forming a full circle around his body as he raised the blade, brandished it, and swung out toward Link. It was a polite maneuver; the attack was well-telegraphed (a complete novice could have deflected or avoided it) and not made with much speed.

Naturally, Link would either move out of the way or block the attack. Espedon would then snap his wrist to the opposing side, whipping the greatsword around his head as though it were a mere fencing foil- still not at maximum speed, and also well-telegraphed. He was clearly feeling the boy out, gauging his ability.

This pace would continue, every blow being delivered with an expert grace, skilled footwork keeping him well outside of the range of Link's short blade- Espedon was quite familiar with using the extra length of the Seventh to his advantage. As each strike came, the one the followed grew in speed, ferocity, and accuracy- until Link either broke the chain or the Seventh struck him.

In the meanwhile, every so often, Espedon would cast a glance off to the side, noting the arrival of the youth clad in white. There was a pull he couldn't deny, nor quite place, coming from the observer, but he fought to keep his focus on Link. He got the feeling the pointy-eared boy was more experienced than he appeared.