Ancalagon crouched down, readying a quickened Dimension door to throw him up a thousand feet, and said, "I am ready, and concede the first move to you, the lady of the match."<br/><br/>Defensive strategies lasted longer, he knew, and that most dragons were not spell casters as powerful as himself, so he could afford to stay away and cast, while she had to close. At least, he thought so, not knowing anything about the graceful gold dragoness. He would cast the spell underneath him as she moved, so that her first attack missed.