[The grin has him returning one in kind, and he spits out a laugh.]

I guess I'll have to try a little harder then.

[The wind blades start up again. Childe dodges them pretty well, he thinks, even with one coming very close to his face.

The feint manoeuvres don't quite phase him, as he pushes himself backwards, turning on his heel and leaning out of the way as the other man charged at him. If his scarf was grabbed at this point, it'd be just fine by Childe, they'd be close enough to make it a real fight.

The Harbinger would manifest his electro glaive, stepping closer while sweeping it towards the other man, trying to close the distance between them.

Childe knew he wasn't quite fast enough to outrun a guy who could fly like this. But he could try to get a hit in.]

Don't fly too far, we're only getting started!