The sudden change in weather doesn't go unnoticed by Childe, and yet there's nothing he can do to stop it. All he can do is continue his fight, launching devastating blow after devastating blow at Scaramouche. He doesn't like how this is going, how his opponent isn't even trying to block his attacks. His celestial blade leaves deep cuts on the mechanical body of the former Harbinger, his abyssal energy that comes from beyond this world not enough to keep whatever is happening from occurring. It's like the whole world is starting to fall apart, and Childe goes in for one last strike that will hopefully quell the lightning that streaks down from the sky nearby with a deafening clap.

And from that last strike, Scaramouche catches him, a power he hadn't seen before nor knew he even had emerging from his body, like a laser that strikes him hard and cuts through his dark armor, sending him flying. Everything goes sideways, his body limp as it flies through the air, slamming into the ground to send chunks of earth flying every which way. Childe isn't sure when he stops, the pain radiating through his body almost seems to numb him. He can't move a muscle, barely has the strength to groan, and isn't even sure how long he's been on the ground when he comes back to his senses.

The fallen Harbinger blearily looks around for his opponent, alarm bells ringing in his head that this could be it if he doesn't move, but he can't. Whatever hit him wrecked his body, and he's having a hard time focusing, looking all around for Scaramouche and where he is...