Orym was used to people underestimating him. It was one of the many reasons that he'd been training for years specifically to be able to defeat opponents several times his own size, to show the other guards that he wasn't a liability just because he happened to be half their height. He wouldn't say that it gave him an advantage, but it most certainly put him on an even ground that he wouldn't necessarily have had otherwise.
Straightening and pulling his blade back as Eadwulf stepped back from him, Orym offered him a sheepish smile, one that was edging a bit on apologetic.
"Whenever you're ready," Orym said, spinning his sword in hand before taking up his stance again. "Word of advice, though? Power I've trained to counter. Be a bit more fluid and a little less forceful this time. You might have a better go of it."