[Childe is thrown off balance by the tug, the glaive easily deflected, causing a swirl reaction. It makes his hair stand on end for a moment.

Brat? He'd show him who the brat was. He laughs.]

Come on then!

[Childe sees the kick coming. Knowing that the other was still holding onto his scarf, he drops to the floor like a sack of bricks, hopefully tugging the Wanderer down with him. He catches himself with his palms just before he fully hits the floor, glaive dissipating. The his arms sting as sparks trickle up along them, but Childe thinks it's a bit better than a good boot to the head.

Using his upper body strength, he would crouch before turning himself around to face the Wanderer again, leg swinging out to kick up at him. Pulling hydro energy from the wet floor back into his hands as he moved.

Once situated and with both feet on the ground, Childe would throw a hydro blade towards the other man, intending to hit anything that was close enough to reach. The blade's form wavers before failing completely as it travels through the air, globs of water sluicing away and splattering over him and the floor and probably the Wanderer, too. He hisses a curse between his teeth.

Maybe he just needed to pretend he didn't have a vision at all, damn.]