Through his bleary eyes, he can see movement from a tree, when his vision begins to focus. The lean stature of Scaramouche stands before him, a little ways off but too close for comfort. He's a sitting duck, he can't move a single muscle in his body. And to make matters worse, his opponent is still able to speak, where his mind is a muddied mess. The words enter into his mind, and all Childe is able to do is groan in response.

'I...have to...get up...'

It's the only thoughts Childe is able to have, ones that Scaramouche can hear, trying desperately again to move and failing. If he can't get up soon, who knows what will happen to him. Blood obscures his vision as it drips down into his eyes beneath the mask of the Foul Legacy Transformation, and panic sets in his chest that he desperately tries to fight down.

'Got to...move...'