Not having my mastery over hydro bugs me, too. No need to rub it in.

[Dig under his skin they did, and Childe clenches his fists. The thought of being broken hovers over him like a spectre. The short little bastard in front of him was getting off on this, wasn't he? He just loved to ram at other people's buttons.

Childe had loads of patience for kids that acted this way, as it was rarely their fault, but not full grown adults. This was a choice the wanderer was making, and he was enjoying it.

The fatuus rolls his eyes, raising both of his hands, palms out. Whatever. He was done with this now.]

You don't wanna play anymore, that's fine by me. You'd rather a fair fight, and I get it.