Link is a bit taken aback by how quickly the other knight drew a blade, the plain looking steel still holding a glimmer along its length from the sunlight which breached the canopy above them.

Clearing his throat, Link turned to walk a short distance away, putting enough space between them so as to give them a proper start. The blade which Link draws from his sheath hums as it is drawn out, not the sort of sound that rings when metal is dragged from cloth or wood. Its almost as if the blade was trying to find the proper pitch as it is swung slowly down to point toward the earth at the ready.

"It's been a long while since I've drawn for sport. Whenever you're ready.."

Link raises the blade straight up, holding it in front of his chest as he awaits Ramza's first attack.