He was a member of the Fatui, the eleventh of the Harbingers under the Tsaritsa's command.

His name alone was enough to send tremors down anyone's spine in the battlefield. Under that charming smile, there was a walking bomb aching for bloodshed.

And you were but an aspirant champion duelist, who caught his interest in his trip to Fontaine. You just couldn't deny that his presence was but a nuisance at first impact. He was persistent, asking to spar on an almost daily basis. Always returning, no matter how many times you have rejected him

Tonight, it was no different

"Ooo look at that! Seems like your skills got even better. Mind sharing the tips~?" He cooed, in that familiar sing song tone, a grin on his lips

Jeez. Would he ever stop?