[Sometimes, he wishes he wasn't a man of his word. He's ready for Wanderer to attack him, he's absolutely positive that if given the chance to deck him, he will. He's always been the sort who's enjoyed seeing his subordinates suffer for some reason, reasons he'll never agree with. So when the punch comes, he braces himself to take it, the fist slamming into his jaw and snapping the entire upper part of his body to the side.
What he didn't agree to is the next blow, anemo forming into the palm of the puppet that blasts him several feet away. Childe sails through the air, landing right on his side and rolling a few more feet away, coughing and doing his best to try to suck air back into his lungs. After a few moments, he pushes part of himself up to glare at Wanderer, clearly irritated with the free extra blow he took.]
...That wasn't part of the deal! You really want to pick a fight with me, [he says before he gets cut off by coughing again,] don't you? Come at me, you coward...
[What a cheap shot, he's so mad about it. The Harbinger picks himself up off the ground, holding his stomach in pain, but still ready for a fight.]
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What he didn't agree to is the next blow, anemo forming into the palm of the puppet that blasts him several feet away. Childe sails through the air, landing right on his side and rolling a few more feet away, coughing and doing his best to try to suck air back into his lungs. After a few moments, he pushes part of himself up to glare at Wanderer, clearly irritated with the free extra blow he took.]
...That wasn't part of the deal! You really want to pick a fight with me, [he says before he gets cut off by coughing again,] don't you? Come at me, you coward...
[What a cheap shot, he's so mad about it. The Harbinger picks himself up off the ground, holding his stomach in pain, but still ready for a fight.]