The power that races and crackles in the air from Scaramouche is no less than exhilarating, though Childe does also realize that this fight just got a whole lot more serious than it was maybe a few seconds ago. No doubt the puppet would seek revenge against him for knocking him down from his perch, and on top of it to show him mercy afterward- so he'll take this as seriously as it's been presented. He's thankful for the fact that out of all the delusions he could have received, his was electro, so at least he's got some sort of defense against that element. But as for what other divine powers Scaramouche has at his fingertips right now, he's not sure, but he'll be glad to find out as they fight.

He wouldn't want his opponent to hold back, after all.

The Harbinger is more than happy to meet that diabolical, unhinged laughter with an attack of his own, more than willing to give the puppet what he wants, some entertainment. It's unfortunate that his electro power won't have any effect on the guy, so he takes the chance to summon his hydro blades once more to go in and begin his assault anew, relying on the gift from the Tsaritsa to mitigate the electricity he's no doubt about to take.

"It's about time you showed me that hidden power! Hahahaha, be careful what you wish for, Scaramouche-!"

He puts everything into his attacks, like a renewed fire has been lit inside of him for this fight. Nothing could be more fun, more intense or more desired than throwing himself against one who was once nearly a complete god, and the greatest part about it is that he gets to do it again.