Maximilian took a small step back, knowing full well the advantage in range he had. He turned his head to the side, putting down the visor of his helmet, hiding his face. "Very well then." Maximilian retorted, voice muffled behind his helmet. With a flick of his wrists, the sword was swung slight ways back lifted upward so that Maximilian's chest and face were still covered by his arms. He stepped just close enough so that the first half foot of the blade could make contact with his opponent.

Maximilian dropped the blade atop his opponent. "Have at you!" Maximilian declared just before his opponent could react to his blade. It was aimed toward his head with more intent to knock off Zande's mask than anything else.