Perfect. Absolutely, astoundingly, perfect. That was the only word David could think of to describe the series of events leading up to this particular moment, from the time he walked into the room to the time he was now faced with a fifteen pound blade about to arc in at his right side. Just perfectly perfect. He even smiled a bit as he halted his backward momentum and began to push forward again, but not so far forward as to run headlong into his opponent. No, it was only forward enough to give his next move a bit more oomph.

With the sword being the size that it was, and the man carrying it being the size that he was, his options for attack at this particular junction in time were somewhat limited. It was far too long to bring up in a vertical strike that would try to cut David in half from bottom to top, and in entirely the wrong position to try it from top to bottom. Wrong side of the body for a right to left horizontal slash too, even if the post hadn't been in the way. That left a horizontal left to right slash that would carry the hefty blade straight into the hefty post. Assuming it didn't hit David first. Which would be a good assumption to be making, in all actuality.

Adding a significant amount of upward momentum to his small-ish amount of forward momentum, David jumped clear of the ground and pulled both knees up to his chest as the blade swished by through the air beneath him, only just missing the tail of his jacket. It was from this airborne parody of the fetal position that David launched his first attack, now a mere three feet from his opponent, as both legs pistoned forward to drive his feet toward the man-thing's chest. The force they carried would be well more than enough to cave in the ribcage of a human, though David's goal was far more simple. Send the brute sprawling weaponless onto his back on the floor. If physics held true, the large sword would now be buried in the thick post beside him, far too deeply to pull free easily even for one as strong as the statue thing was, and no amount of tightened grip would be able to maintain a hold on its handle. Unless of course the thing wanted two dislocated shoulders and a caved in chest. Leather and cotton padding could only do so much.