Link had the advantage and now that he was inside Espedon's reach, he was going to stay there and keep pressing it. His grin matched his opponents and his strikes came fast. All expertly aimed so that if they weren't deflected by the Seventh or dodged by the now more wary Espedon, they would land with the flat of his blade. He didn't want to draw blood of he could help it. This was only a spar after all.

Link was used to fighting those with greater reach, used to getting inside their personal space and used to using both his sword and shield as offensive weapons. The large expanse of metal and wood on his right arm could bash chests or shove an arm wide while his sword struck a half dozen times to whatever flesh was exposed. He could roll with both, as he did now, to get behind his larger opponents for all of the three seconds he'd have before they turned and could face him. But he made those three seconds count. In this case, he grabbed at Espedon's shoulder with his shield arm, hoping to jump on the man's back and force him into a forward roll that Link could then use to throw him across the roof.

It was certainly a lot of fun.