David wasn't so foolish that he would try and use his new weapon in the same manner the previous owner had, he lacked the familiarity and training with it that would make it most effective, and so simply stood and watched as his opponent strolled closer and stopped just out of the sword's range, then dashed forward in what had to be a move intended to provoke an attack. The body language told him that no attack was forthcoming, and so he didn't move from where he stood, seeing no reason to defend or attack as of yet. Both men knew the stocky one would be at a disadvantage if forced to attack, so why give that up?

When he jumped to the left, however, David began to move as well. He stepped slightly forward and to his own right, away from the oncoming fist, and twisted the sword so the sharp edge faced the fist, leaning it directly into the path of the attack. If all went well, the momentum of the punch would carry the hand straight through the blade, severing the fingers just below the knuckles and the thumb at its base.