Thomas started his own circling, taking a step back every time his opponent took a step forward. Thomas cursed himself, as he reminded himself how much he hated his armor. Raised an entire life time to fight without it, and he's spent most of his recent years fighting with it. He had a duty, though, as the champion of the Order of the Thistle, he had to represent his Order in combat, but this was too much. As Thomas continued circling, he removed his helmet with his left hand, and tossed it to the side. revealing his face. Helmets were useless in tournament combat, and only stopped one from anticipating attacks. Thomas adjusted his grip, slightly on his sword, lowering his hand on the hilt, before taking a quick step forward, along with a quick jab at his opponent chest, before taking two quick steps back to retreat. The jab wasn't that accurate, and it was painfully obvious the jab was meant to be a sort of testing the waters of his opponent.