Five minutes can mean the difference between life and death.
[ Okay, they can dance. A return to form is awfully pleasant, since Childe can drop these pretenses for just a short while. Parrying the sword comes easily, nicking his clothes and his extremities but striking nothing vital, and Childe doesn't bother switching up these bullshit powers long enough to wield a sword of his own. It's not an iron-clad defense, just peerless confidence with the spear as the two of them cavort around that humungous pit van Zieks presumably shoveled up mid-nervous breakdown. Funny, but also a little ridiculous.
Sadly, Childe's just deadass a guy of many compulsions, the foremost being the urge to attempt knocking van Zieks into the hole he dug himself. Does he tumble down? ]
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Five minutes can mean the difference between life and death.
[ Okay, they can dance. A return to form is awfully pleasant, since Childe can drop these pretenses for just a short while. Parrying the sword comes easily, nicking his clothes and his extremities but striking nothing vital, and Childe doesn't bother switching up these bullshit powers long enough to wield a sword of his own. It's not an iron-clad defense, just peerless confidence with the spear as the two of them cavort around that humungous pit van Zieks presumably shoveled up mid-nervous breakdown. Funny, but also a little ridiculous.
Sadly, Childe's just deadass a guy of many compulsions, the foremost being the urge to attempt knocking van Zieks into the hole he dug himself. Does he tumble down? ]