His blades sing in the light that shines down from the sun, tearing apart a minion that emerges from the portal with ease as he focuses mainly on the herald that's spit some kind of curse at him already. But he can see how Scaramouche just decides to sit this out, leaving him to fend off the Abyss alone. He should of expected this, and in fact it wouldn't surprise him if betrayal was on the horizon here. But he won't get all that tired from fighting the herald, moving expertly to block and counter his opponent.
He's fought plenty of heralds himself, and that was when he was a kid...
"Oh? I should have known you wouldn't be able to handle it."
He taunts the puppet, but he knows that those words would just bounce off of him as if they never existed at all. But it's fine by him, seemingly unbothered by his partner's lack of effort.
"Don't worry, I'll be done here in a few more moments."
Seemingly agitated by their banter, the herald charges in, but Childe is ready for it, easily parrying and coming in with his own counters until it finally receives the final blow, melting out of existence with a hydro blade stuck straight in its chest.
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He's fought plenty of heralds himself, and that was when he was a kid...
"Oh? I should have known you wouldn't be able to handle it."
He taunts the puppet, but he knows that those words would just bounce off of him as if they never existed at all. But it's fine by him, seemingly unbothered by his partner's lack of effort.
"Don't worry, I'll be done here in a few more moments."
Seemingly agitated by their banter, the herald charges in, but Childe is ready for it, easily parrying and coming in with his own counters until it finally receives the final blow, melting out of existence with a hydro blade stuck straight in its chest.