[It is something. It may not be a wise something or even a good something, but as Sheik nods his assent to the terms, a sharpness growing in his gaze that has not often been seen within the relative peace of Songerein, he does not need it to be explained in words to understand their equal need for that something regardless.
A release. Someone who understands, at least partially. Someone who doesn't need it explained to them, why there's all this anger and grief and fear.
Just someone who can take it.]
I'm less accustomed to such honorable contests. Please, correct me should I breach what you consider to be proper conduct.
[He's not a knight, or even a soldier. There's only ever been one rule in battle he's needed to follow, and it's one that has nothing to do with courtesy towards his opponent. But then, that's not something the man before him is unfamiliar with, either, nor is it something he should allow himself to forget if he's going to face the Demon King. Sheik's fingers close around the hilt of the weapon at his back.]
... but I admit, I'd be disappointed if that would be enough to stop you—!
[Between the two of them, Link is undoubtedly the stronger one, with more weight and power to put into each attack. Being put on the defensive will do Sheik no favors in this, so he claims the offensive before Link can get the chance, lunging forward to close the distance as the sound of his dagger being drawn from its sheath echoes through the forest. His first swing is straightforward, without trickery, expecting it to be easily blocked despite his speedy initiation.
But, despite his own assessment of the difference in their abilities, Link might be surprised by the level of force that lithe ninja body is able to put out. It is not best practice to put all of one's weight behind any single strike, he knows, but he's angry, and he needs someone to feel it if he's not allowed to, if he can't.]
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A release. Someone who understands, at least partially. Someone who doesn't need it explained to them, why there's all this anger and grief and fear.
Just someone who can take it.]
I'm less accustomed to such honorable contests. Please, correct me should I breach what you consider to be proper conduct.
[He's not a knight, or even a soldier. There's only ever been one rule in battle he's needed to follow, and it's one that has nothing to do with courtesy towards his opponent. But then, that's not something the man before him is unfamiliar with, either, nor is it something he should allow himself to forget if he's going to face the Demon King. Sheik's fingers close around the hilt of the weapon at his back.]
... but I admit, I'd be disappointed if that would be enough to stop you—!
[Between the two of them, Link is undoubtedly the stronger one, with more weight and power to put into each attack. Being put on the defensive will do Sheik no favors in this, so he claims the offensive before Link can get the chance, lunging forward to close the distance as the sound of his dagger being drawn from its sheath echoes through the forest. His first swing is straightforward, without trickery, expecting it to be easily blocked despite his speedy initiation.
But, despite his own assessment of the difference in their abilities, Link might be surprised by the level of force that lithe ninja body is able to put out. It is not best practice to put all of one's weight behind any single strike, he knows, but he's angry, and he needs someone to feel it if he's not allowed to, if he can't.]