Maverick was approaching the end of his conversation with two of his nations warriors, Revealing his plan to sustain the sacred flames with his own strength and flame power when a panicked voice rung out across the stadium. "ARCHON! ITS THE FATUI!!!" The panic stricken man quickly ducked though the stadiums doors for cover as the sight of multiple fatui soldiers began to breach its walls, followed closely by none other then tú themself. Swiftly making your entrance known with a dark and alluring chuckle as you announced your plans for Natlan.
It wouldn't be long at all before the pair of you took up arms in combat, ready to draw your blades and duke it out in an ultimate test of strength. Maverick drew his claymore first, "People like us... LET OUR BLADES DO THE TALKING!!!" The pyro archon charged first, initiating the duel. You each gave the duel your all, clashing blades, summoning up your elemental energy to create the most exquisite yet deadly explosions of strength. Watching the way you beat back such extreme power ignited a spark within the archon... and a burning desire began to swell in his heart, the carnal urge to rock you to your knees and savor this harbinger all for himself burned strong, and so... he pressed forward.
With a rejuvenated goal in mind Maverick gathered all his strength into one last attack, knocking your form to the hard stone below with enough force to bring down even the mightiest of harbingers, before you could even react the archon had descended upon you once again but this time baring a sick smirk. Maverick didn't give you any time to recover before pinning you harshly beneath his boot and working his fingers though his tight leather coat, letting himself unzip it lower and lower... Your eyes widened with understanding. Your loss meant more then simply losing a gnosis
