Maximus stood on the top floor of the stadium, looking towards the man who was preaching repentance to them, he couldn't help but feel angry. This was the Very reason he left the fold in the first place. The corruption and the power hungry fools who would step on anyone, no matter how many life's were destroyed, to make it to the top. His Left hand gripped the wooden scabbard of his Katana as he looked down to the exit below him. 

It was a jam of people trying to exit though the doors, which left the people in the back open for attack... As if he thought it, and it came to pass. Two Large Lizards with hard scales came up behind them, ready to pounce. Maximus hopped off the top and landed in between the Fiends and innocent crowds. Slipping his left arm back through his Kimono, he freed it, allowing the right side to stay on his shoulder while revealing his fit upper body wrapped in cloth up to his chest. It was exactly how his Uncle fought, but that wasn't the reason he did it. He did it for the same reason his Uncle did. 

He simply stood there for a moment but did not unsheathe his weapon as he watched the Fiends. He then simply walked forward as one made it's first attack, and last. In a blink of an eye Maximus had unsheathed his weapon and slashed upwards through the Fiend, The pyreflies exploding from it's body. He didn't even break stride as the second came as he twisted his hand and slashed downwards crossing his sword arm in front of him. The Fiend as well exploded into Pyreflies. 

He then stood there, making sure the crowd behind him exited safely before moving onto the next fight. He heard a few older people who had watched say, "Is that Auron?" "Cant be..." He ignored it as  He did see a woman who seemed to love Ice magic run towards the man who claimed to speak for Yevon. But after that suddenly a large fiend Shot from one of the Vip Boxes towards the man as well. It had unleashed a Gravita spell. He looked to the rest of the stadium to see Soldiers now pouring in and helping fight the smaller Fiends, and most of the crowds have escaped now. 

He shot from his standing position towards the Announcers box now. Who ever that woman was she was going to need help.... Not to mention the Dragon that still stood behind the one called Thane? "Fool..." He muttered under his breath as he raced up the stairs to get to the same level as the announcer box. His blade low, almost scratching the floor as he ran. As he passed Fiends he would strike with a flick of his wrist, helping those along the way. 

As he grew closer, he was still surprised that Aeon's are now coming back. He along with most of Spira thought the Summons were now gone forever, as no one knew how Fayth's were created. And with this talk coming from this mentally insane man... He could only guess things were about to get much worse. 

He Reached a point where he could attack the grotesque Fiend that had shot from the VIP Box. It was facing the other direction and still below him making it's way towards the man. He leaped off the edge, pointed his sword down, aimed for it's neck. "Farewell!"