Wow, downing that tree was pretty damn unnecessary and he's sneering as he flies away from it, swooping low. Summoner moves to land in the clearing a good distance away from the other troll. He feels his heart starting to pick up, it's rapid beat already betraying him a bit but for the most part he appears calm.

"Settle down, w-we'll get to it, damnit..." A deep breath, swallowing as he contemplates the weapon he'd prefer to wield at this time. Fighting is something that sounds appealing, despite how tired he feels, how exhausted and drained he is from the hours prior to this. His anxiety that arises when dealing with the Highblood is in no way like the anxiety he has been feeling lately with everything happening surrounding the Sufferer.

Finally, he removes a short lance from his sylladex, tossing it from one hand to the other a few times before looking back at the indigoblood with a slightly content expression.

"All right, hit me."