[ unsurprisingly, the weapon draws his eye almost immediately. golden and brown and elegant, it looked like it was crafted for the sole purpose of being wielded by the Geo Archon. the different symbols and motifs decorating the polearm are all things that he could associate with Zhongli at first glance, and he finds himself wondering not for the first time how he could have possibly missed all the indications that Zhongli was not who he said he was at first glance.

he'd had his suspicions, of course, but he'd been just a little too slow on the uptake to make them count. ]

You misunderstand me. No matter the outcome of the battle, I will be made all the more better for it. [ as he speaks, his Vision glows; Hydro coalesces into the air around his hand, elongating into his signature polearm that, after a second's pause where he studies Zhongli's own, shifts to mimic the god's weapon. ]

It's not victory I seek, but improvement. The chance to face against the mighty Morax himself isn't an opportunity that comes around every day, after all.

[ it's the best kind of apology, when he thinks about it. what better way to work out his frustrations then crossing blades with the Geo Archon? just the thought of it has him giddy with excitement, adrenaline pumping through his veins strong enough he's practically vibrating with it. ]

I trust you won't hold back.