"I won't stand in the shadows anymore," Flandre said, cryptically avoiding yes or no.

She started to pace, circling around Shaw like a vulture or a shark, with her gaze fixed on him constantly. There was nothing strange about the floor, only him. Her hands remained clasped behind her back, but her wings began to bristle like so many glowing knives.

"Je relève le défi." (I note the challenge.)