Maximilian swung his sword in full arc, allowing the blade to fall to the ground, kicking up dust and sand as it dug itself into the beach. Zande seemed to have dodged- quicker than Maximilian had first anticipated- but nothing faster than what he had already dealt with. His visor allowed fairly limited vision, though he could tell that his assailant had dodged to the right. His neurons were firing quickly, instinct and muscle memory worked in tandem as Maximilian let go of the handle of his sword with his right hand. His right arm kicked out into a chicken wing shape. As Zande was coming close, Maximilian swung his elbow at Zande's chin in attempt to halt his animal biting motions.

Maximilian's left pulled the sword from the sand as he was moving his right arm to hit Zande. Maximilian shifted slightly both compensating for the weight on his left side and bracing for what he was certain would be Zande's lower jaw meeting Maximilian's elbow. In spite of being covered in two layers of clothing, there was still thick armor covering his arm which Maximilian was intent on using to bash his opponent, hopefully ending the fight.