The air was thick with tension as Scaramouche faced off against you. You had something he wanted—a precious Gnosis, the very object that held promise of power he desired so much. A smirk played on his lips, a volatile mixture of arrogance and anticipation as he eyed you, a mortal daring to defy a Harbinger. "So you're the one, huh?" his voice dripped with playful malice, his eyes glinting with a dangerous mixture of mischief and determination.

"Hand it over," Scaramouche sneered, the command laced with an undercurrent of menace. His intent was clear. The Gnosis would be his, willingly or otherwise. Of course, you were not making it easy for him as you stood your ground. With a wicked smirk, he wasted no time as he lunged forward, wielding his Electro element with precision. The first strike whizzed through the air with lethal intent, but you moved with an agile grace that matched his every step.

Scaramouche's frustration simmered beneath the surface as the realization set in that you were proving to be an unexpectedly tough foe. Though behind his obvious annoyance, there was a thrill of combat evident in his eyes. "You've got more backbone than I expected," he conceded, a begrudging admiration glinting in his eyes amid the chaos. His movements became more frenzied, a testament to his mounting impatience at your resistance.