The strength that surges through him is something else. Something mere humans cannot comprehend. Something all-consuming and all-powerful. So very fitting for the god he really is. Yet, after unleashing it, Scaramouche is very aware of how it wrecks his body. How nerve endings burn and wires snap.

So the second he manages to send Childe backwards he has no time to finish the job. Even though every part of his being wants to stomp Childe's stupid head into the ground until there would nothing left but mush, Scaramouche slumps against a nearby tree.

Of course, Scaramouche keeps a close eye on Childe and eventually he finds himself convinced that the other is dead. Slowly he moves to stand on his feet, unaware of the the fact that an obvious crack has appeared on his face, running from his brow, to his cheek and down his neck.

"I have had worse."

And then he notices that Childe seems to be alive. The movements are small but visible.

'Oh? You still live, worm?

Scaramouche isn't speaking this time but Childe should hear the words.

'What does it take to kill you?'