He stared at Frost for a moment, before nodding. "Excuse me ma'am, but need you to be easier to move around. Please don't fight this."<br/><br/>He reached back, and placed a hand on the draenei's shoulder, transferring her to a soul gem. "Alright Frost, here is my offer. You and me fight, mono e mono, no outside help, assistance, or interference. Anything goes, first to either pass out, die, yield loses. Should the fight last longer than... two hours, it is declared a draw, and becomes a free for all. You win, you get all the draenei in soul gems."<br/><br/>He pulled out a handful of soul gems, containing the cows, deer, horses and other emergency ration animals he now habitually carried in case he came across a town in need, or one of his dragonesses was hungry. "I win, you and every Winter Court agent equal to or below your rank steps aside and can neither delay or attack me for twenty four hours. I am not stupid enough to think the Queen would agree to standing aside, so I am not asking for her too."<br/><br/>He put the soul gems back in the belt pouch on his waist, before transferring that pouch to his backpack. The draenei's soul gem he put in a pocket on the inside of his shirt, along with one of the 'ration' gems in another. The 'ration' gem's pocket he didn't secure, so he could 'drop' it half way through the fight if necessary, to distract her.<br/><br/>Done with the preparations, he pulled his easily recognized claymore mine shield from its storage, put his mythril breastplate on, and pulled out a war axe. "Deal or no deal?"