[Taking a deep breath, Childe tries to compose himself following the Tsaritsa's demise in front of his very eyes. Lumine's touch helps soothe his anger, but doesn't completely quell it- the minute they're back up again, he looks to this usurper with rage filled in his heart. He swore he'd see the Tsaritsa's will fulfilled, and it's now that all they'd worked for had gone up in smoke, just like that...and Her Majesty would never be able to reach her goal of peace.
But at least she died like a true warrior. That's the only consolance he can take from this.
He stands with them, determination set on his features, glad to see the support that's come in the nick of time following the former leader of the royal guard. He doesn't respond to Aether, the adrenaline of a new and even more exciting fight pumping through him, turning back to their foe who has already initiated the fight with them-
-and he's blown back by the power of the strike directed at Lumine, who's parried it and begun her own assault. Not one to stand on the sidelines, his transformation begins, hydro and electro energy surrounding him as he pulls power from the deepest part of his core, a dark energy that he's learned to control that manifests in a familiar dark armor. That abyssal power surges through him and outward, as he joins Lumine in her fight, soaring through the air effortlessly to coordinate an attack towards this usurper with a dark celestial blade that cries for the blood of the god that has strangled Teyvat for as long as the very Seven have been alive.
His blade strikes against another blinding flash of light as the god blocks both of their blows, unimpressed with the two of them floating in front of them as if they had any chance of defeating it.
[It's a dark, frenzied laugh that come out of him, excited for this battle. He begins his assault, to join her with her own, to bring this god down- and he's loving every second of it.]
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But at least she died like a true warrior. That's the only consolance he can take from this.
He stands with them, determination set on his features, glad to see the support that's come in the nick of time following the former leader of the royal guard. He doesn't respond to Aether, the adrenaline of a new and even more exciting fight pumping through him, turning back to their foe who has already initiated the fight with them-
-and he's blown back by the power of the strike directed at Lumine, who's parried it and begun her own assault. Not one to stand on the sidelines, his transformation begins, hydro and electro energy surrounding him as he pulls power from the deepest part of his core, a dark energy that he's learned to control that manifests in a familiar dark armor. That abyssal power surges through him and outward, as he joins Lumine in her fight, soaring through the air effortlessly to coordinate an attack towards this usurper with a dark celestial blade that cries for the blood of the god that has strangled Teyvat for as long as the very Seven have been alive.
His blade strikes against another blinding flash of light as the god blocks both of their blows, unimpressed with the two of them floating in front of them as if they had any chance of defeating it.
Join the rest of your world in destruction.]
C̼̺͕o̡̦̻m̡̺͜r̦̙͖a͚̪͖d͔̠͙e̞͙̝,̪̪͙ w̞̠̠h̠̼̫y͉̟̝ d̺͚̟o͕̙̦n̢͉͓'͚̫̞t͖͙͖ w̫̼͜e̞͓͕ s͖̫̪h̻̫͍o̠͎͔w͕͎̟ t̡͇̺h̟̠͓i͍̻̺s̼̻͉ f̝̠͎a̼̟͎l̪͕s̢͉̞e̻̫͉ g̢͚̻o̞̞̠d̢͖͜ w͎͙͜h̡̻͕a̡͇̞t̡̙̝ t͚͖͓h̢͔̟e͖̝̫y̡̞̠'̞̞͔r̡͖͎e͚̟͎ u͕̙̘p̡̪͉ a̟͔͜g͔̦͖a͔̠i̘͙̝n̡͎̝s͓͍͇t͕̝̺.̢
[It's a dark, frenzied laugh that come out of him, excited for this battle. He begins his assault, to join her with her own, to bring this god down- and he's loving every second of it.]