[ Link meets the smile with his own. This does feel good, actually. It's familiar, in more ways than one, and he appreciates having found a capable opponent in Dimitri.
He jogs back to the center, adjusts his hold on the shield in his left hand, and sets his gaze on Dimitri, determined to perform better this round — even if only marginally. This time, he wastes no time in trying to bait him, stepping into his weapon's striking range with his shield raised to protect him and keeping in mind the layout of this training field. If he can get him a bit to the right, and turned around... he'll be pinned back against the racks of weapons. That could be his chance. ]
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He jogs back to the center, adjusts his hold on the shield in his left hand, and sets his gaze on Dimitri, determined to perform better this round — even if only marginally. This time, he wastes no time in trying to bait him, stepping into his weapon's striking range with his shield raised to protect him and keeping in mind the layout of this training field. If he can get him a bit to the right, and turned around... he'll be pinned back against the racks of weapons. That could be his chance. ]