Childe wasn't sure what to expect. He's delighted in the fact that Scaramouche seems to have regained some of his strength, and that means he's in for a good fight.
As his opponent dodges and seems to revive his lost power, it only serves to make Tartaglia more and more excited. His eyes widen wildly, his moves reflect a joy in the pure rush of fighting someone strong. He's not careless in his movements, but ultimately, he's happy- for more reasons than one, but here, he's concentrated on the adrenaline rush that comes with combat.
When his blade is grabbed, he only grins.
"I am. Go ahead and do your worst..."
Electricity crackles up around Childe as well- his delusion's power seeps into his body, prepared to take whatever Scaramouche is going to dish out.
"...but I won't let you get me that easily, hahaha..."
He dismisses his blades, the water suddenly disappearing out of the puppet's hand as he follows up with a southpaw punch just to separate the two of them from this deadlock.
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As his opponent dodges and seems to revive his lost power, it only serves to make Tartaglia more and more excited. His eyes widen wildly, his moves reflect a joy in the pure rush of fighting someone strong. He's not careless in his movements, but ultimately, he's happy- for more reasons than one, but here, he's concentrated on the adrenaline rush that comes with combat.
When his blade is grabbed, he only grins.
"I am. Go ahead and do your worst..."
Electricity crackles up around Childe as well- his delusion's power seeps into his body, prepared to take whatever Scaramouche is going to dish out.
"...but I won't let you get me that easily, hahaha..."
He dismisses his blades, the water suddenly disappearing out of the puppet's hand as he follows up with a southpaw punch just to separate the two of them from this deadlock.