Instigating everything, Childe takes the offensive, parrying van Zieks with this spear that appears to come out of nowhere. It's ocean-blue and scintillant and kind of bullshit even by magical standards, in the way that he can call upon it so effortlessly when deciding to retaliate.
Jab, jab, jab! Aiming for no vital spots, Childe nonetheless is working to disarm van Zieks of his sword. A polearm isn't the best in quarters these tight, though, surrounded by an outcropping of trees. Evidently, he's underestimating van Zieks. ]
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Instigating everything, Childe takes the offensive, parrying van Zieks with this spear that appears to come out of nowhere. It's ocean-blue and scintillant and kind of bullshit even by magical standards, in the way that he can call upon it so effortlessly when deciding to retaliate.
Jab, jab, jab! Aiming for no vital spots, Childe nonetheless is working to disarm van Zieks of his sword. A polearm isn't the best in quarters these tight, though, surrounded by an outcropping of trees. Evidently, he's underestimating van Zieks. ]