That's a neat trick. I trust it won't tip the battle in your favor, but even if it did you'll hear no complaints from me.
[ geo resonance and all. but Childe doesn't doubt his abilities and his experience make him a formidable opponent in his own right, even when facing off against someone who had countless millennia of battle history tucked under his belt. there was a reason why Morax was collectively referred to as Liyue's martial god in many of the transcripts he'd read, a reason why he was still an imposing, indomitable force despite the defensive nature of geo itself.
he's excited just thinking about it.
as he watches Zhongli move to lay his coat out of the way of whatever imagined paths of destruction the god envisions, Childe himself takes up his position a few paces away. his usual handicap with the bow goes ignored for the moment; against an opponent like Zhongli, it would be an insult not to give it his all.
(though, he'd be lying if there wasn't a part of him that wanted to, anyway, just for the chance to lord it over him on his victory).
still, even as he sets his hands on his hips, watching as Zhongli makes his way back to their makeshift battleground, he can't help but to try provoking him again. it's less serious this time around, more teasing, like the idle banter they had before their mutual games of trickery and deceit. ]
What's the matter? Don't want anyone to see you lose?
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[ geo resonance and all. but Childe doesn't doubt his abilities and his experience make him a formidable opponent in his own right, even when facing off against someone who had countless millennia of battle history tucked under his belt. there was a reason why Morax was collectively referred to as Liyue's martial god in many of the transcripts he'd read, a reason why he was still an imposing, indomitable force despite the defensive nature of geo itself.
he's excited just thinking about it.
as he watches Zhongli move to lay his coat out of the way of whatever imagined paths of destruction the god envisions, Childe himself takes up his position a few paces away. his usual handicap with the bow goes ignored for the moment; against an opponent like Zhongli, it would be an insult not to give it his all.
(though, he'd be lying if there wasn't a part of him that wanted to, anyway, just for the chance to lord it over him on his victory).
still, even as he sets his hands on his hips, watching as Zhongli makes his way back to their makeshift battleground, he can't help but to try provoking him again. it's less serious this time around, more teasing, like the idle banter they had before their mutual games of trickery and deceit. ]
What's the matter? Don't want anyone to see you lose?