What should have been a little skirmish between a Harbinger and a former Harbinger is slowly changing into something bigger. Something that makes the earth rumble and something that causes trees to give in. The strength they possess is in no way human.
Childe's words make Scaramouche laugh. And, truly, there is nothing sane about the laugh that comes from his mouth. All he can think of is a sweetest sort of revenge. And it fuels him more than anything has ever done before. Oh, how could he forget how overwhelming anger could be, what an amazing weapon.
"That is not how you talk to me." The tone of his voice is a completely unhinged. "Worms belong on the ground. Squirming helplessly, praying their god will know mercy!"
Scaramouche can feel something building up inside of him. Something great, something that is worthy of his godly status. Something meant to destroy.
All Childe has to do is parring his blows. It would only be a matter of time until he will be close enough. Then this unsightly creature will know the true wrath of a god.
He's gonna fire his lazer :o)
Childe's words make Scaramouche laugh. And, truly, there is nothing sane about the laugh that comes from his mouth. All he can think of is a sweetest sort of revenge. And it fuels him more than anything has ever done before. Oh, how could he forget how overwhelming anger could be, what an amazing weapon.
"That is not how you talk to me." The tone of his voice is a completely unhinged. "Worms belong on the ground. Squirming helplessly, praying their god will know mercy!"
Scaramouche can feel something building up inside of him. Something great, something that is worthy of his godly status. Something meant to destroy.
All Childe has to do is parring his blows. It would only be a matter of time until he will be close enough. Then this unsightly creature will know the true wrath of a god.