The Hylian was nimble- this was growing more and more apparent with each of his movements. Unless he was going to go for a kill, the Seventh wasn't going to be of much help; he was going to have to resort to something more agile than a greatsword.

Rather than finding purchase on Espedon's shoulder, Link's hand would be repelled by a sudden force, almost as if an anti-Link magnet had gotten between him and his quarry. Interposed in mid-air between the youth and the blade-hunter was Curtana, the squat, shield-hilted blade. The air, in the shape of a rudimentary wall, distorted around it, protecting Espedon's exposed back.

In his other hand, his left, Youlong- the Dragon Sword- materialized in a flash of steel. Espedon pivoted on the ball of his foot, snatching Curtana from the air (causing the wall to dissipate) and lunging toward Link. He drove the point of Youlong toward him with a well-trained thrust as he did, being sure not to move at full speed- the tip was sharp, and skewering the boy wasn't a part of the plan.

While he no longer had the reach advantage, the short, stubby Curtana and the standard-sized Youlong gave him the maneuverability he'd need to keep from catching a shield in the face.