He nodded. "Fair enough."<br/><br/>He charged, ax swinging directly for her sword, before suddenly extending and twisting his arm, hooking the axe between her locked gauntlet and the cross guard on her hilt, and yanking with all his strength toward him. He jumped slightly as he did so, dismissing the axe as he got moving, using her like a spring board even if she didn't move, turning in mid air as he kept moving. He got the shield around, and discharged the big explosive in the middle of the shield, it was an attempt at making a flashbang, but it simply made a regular explosion, propelling him even further away from her. As the explosion began dispersing, he dismissed the shield, still twisting in mid air, and landed facing away with her.<br/><br/>His 'ploy' had depended on three points.<br/><br/>First point, 'fight one on one, no outside help, assistance, interference.'<br/>Second point, 'anything goes.'<br/>Third point, 'two hour time limit, then fight is a draw.'<br/><br/>Nothing was said about arena size, nor about what happened if he decided to just keep running. No one from the winter court could touch him for the next two hours, more then enough time to get out of the teleport field. As he dashed for the woods, his arms pumping as he outright ran away, he shouted, for giggles, "No one expects the American Inquisition!"