Dragoncrest Cliffs Gatherer

Thibault was all but stumped and stupid upon her first flail. She wanted to fight? Okay. He could do that! He'd fix himself up in order to try and match up with her.

Square up!

With a copied feline stalk, he circled and added, "All right! So, don't you be runnin' back to maman when I be returnin' deh favor!" 

FIGHTTTTTT!

Is what would have happened-- but Thibault felt the urge to let her move first! He still wouldn't move. Not yet.