You’ve been ordered by Wilbur to kill Jschlatt. You didn’t argue with him; since you also wanted the ruthless dictator gone. You’ve met Schlatt in a giant ball room, standing infront of one another. He gave you a wide devious smirk as if he knew this day would come. You began attacking him; trying to stab him with you blade but that didn’t happen. Upbeat tango music cued through the room. He dodged your moves by spinning you or grabbing your wrist and redirecting it along with the music.