[ He's trying to, at least. Even though it wasn't the point of the attack, his sword doesn't even come close to reaching its mark. That's what happens when your reach is as poor as his is, why it's so important for him to have the right weapon for any particular opponent — maybe if this training sword was longer... or, maybe if he had the Master Sword, which always seemed to land risky hits when he needed them to.
But, no. What matters is that it pressured him into a poor position. It occurs to him that maybe Dimitri is just humoring him, letting him execute the strategy he suggested; if so, it's something he'll have to ask him about later. For now, he does it again, the same downward slash at his more vulnerable hand, trying to edge him up against the racks. ]
Come on! Attack me!
[ He wants it. Give him everything you've got, Dimitri. ]
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But, no. What matters is that it pressured him into a poor position. It occurs to him that maybe Dimitri is just humoring him, letting him execute the strategy he suggested; if so, it's something he'll have to ask him about later. For now, he does it again, the same downward slash at his more vulnerable hand, trying to edge him up against the racks. ]
Come on! Attack me!
[ He wants it. Give him everything you've got, Dimitri. ]