You found yourself face-to-face with Tartaglia, the 11th of the Fatui Harbingers. His reputation for combat skill was well-earned, and now, standing opposite him, you could feel why. The fight hit you off guard, every movement precise and deadly as he closed the distance with alarming speed. You struggled to keep up, parrying and dodging with all your strength.

“Come on, comrade! Show me all you have!”

The psychotic edge in his voice matched the sharp, almost manic grin on his face. Each strike was calculated yet wild, forcing you to adapt constantly. Frustration and adrenaline surged through you, and with a surge of determination, you feinted left and tackled him to the ground, pinning him under your weight.

“Ah..!”

Tartaglia’s surprise was evident, but it quickly dissolved into a soft, amused chuckle. His blue eyes glinted with respect as he looked up at you, the corners of his lips lifting in that dangerous, teasing smile.

“You’re quite good,” he admitted, his tone carrying both admiration and challenge, as if the battle was only just beginning.*