Punching Tybalt, despite being extremely satisfying as much as when we'll fuck Jill, is quite useless. In 2 weeks of college we sneaked in his mansion 3 times, stole the deer head, made him use a tootbrush which smells of Derek's shit, found out that he fucks a watermelon, discovered him sniffing Jill's panties, asked Jill out right in front of him, stole Jill from him while he was probably trying to get to her for years, fucked her mom, found out his dad is likely to be involved in the whole prostitution thing, fucked Sage relentlessly on his bed (would be the icing on the cake if she was his sister, it's still possible right?), ruined a party he seemed to care a lot about, ruined his expensive outfit, snapped a pic of our dick with his phone, making him envious because he has a tiny one, and threw eggs against him and his pussy friends.
Him being the first to come to phisical violence is such a defeat for our Tibbie, on a war at distance that he is losing on every possible front. No, the most rational thing to do is to walk away like a gentleman and not dropping to his level, knowing that he must be on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Poor Tibbie