"...I need it, Maverick–I'm sorry, too."
"It's like that, then?" Maverick rolled his shoulders, exuding a slow, drawn-out breath, "...This is something neither of us can back down from. Something that has to be done. Yeah…I don't have any room for mercy right now–so don't blame me for what happens next."
With immense speed, unfitting for the man's stature, Maverick appeared in front of him, unleashing a swift jab of his massive gauntlet aimed directly for his head.
Luckily, his heightened senses allowed him to slip beneath the jab, honing his eyes on the figure before him.
Complimentary of his assassin-class proficiency, he began to be able to see the weak points of his foe, even if they were human; the most optimal approach for attack that presented itself to him was going for the man's sturdy jugular.
