[Childe perked up as he realized they were heading to a more open area-- finally he could actually let loose a little.
The other man fires anemo blades at him quickly. Childe manages to swing out of the way of most of them, two of the blades grazing him, cutting into his scarf and lopping off a tuft of his hair.
Childe only has a split second to react as the drifter heads straight for him, a ball of anemo energy primed and ready.
Channelling electro energy at the soles of his boots, Childe would dash forward, using the water on the floor to help him skid, sliding towards the shorter man, looking as though he were about to just take the sphere head on. He'd do his best to duck under the Wanderer's hand, evading the attack, for the most part.
Once Childe was behind him, the fatuus would reach out for the nearest sleeve fluttering behind the Wanderer, aiming to yank it gently, just enough to let the rude little bastard know that he was very close.]
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[Childe perked up as he realized they were heading to a more open area-- finally he could actually let loose a little.
The other man fires anemo blades at him quickly. Childe manages to swing out of the way of most of them, two of the blades grazing him, cutting into his scarf and lopping off a tuft of his hair.
Childe only has a split second to react as the drifter heads straight for him, a ball of anemo energy primed and ready.
Channelling electro energy at the soles of his boots, Childe would dash forward, using the water on the floor to help him skid, sliding towards the shorter man, looking as though he were about to just take the sphere head on. He'd do his best to duck under the Wanderer's hand, evading the attack, for the most part.
Once Childe was behind him, the fatuus would reach out for the nearest sleeve fluttering behind the Wanderer, aiming to yank it gently, just enough to let the rude little bastard know that he was very close.]
Tag, fucker.