Calling him out by challenging him to a fight. He can't argue with the method, everything comes out in the heat of battle, transparent and exposed as if there was only a thin film that covers the truth. And yet, he doesn't care, he's been given the opportunity to fight what might possibly be the hardest opponent he's faced yet.
Tartaglia's fingers twitch in anticipation- this will be an incredible fight, and it may even turn into a fight to the death- his favorite kind.
He stands from the stool he's been occupying, taken in by how Diluc seems to transform into an image of what he truly was, a creature out of myths and stories told for centuries. Never could he possibly have imagined that people like him were real and not simply literary devices.]
Oh? [Tartaglia responds, intrigued as he follows Diluc out of the tavern.] So you knew him? You know, I've been told that I'm the first person in a thousand years to claim the title of the eleventh since he died.
[A typhoon, huh...he can relate. And he thinks he'll be able to surpass him, even if it isn't right now. Eventually, he would.]
Why don't you tell me more about him while we walk? There's plenty of stories to go around but I didn't think I'd ever meet anyone who knew him. But, then, I didn't think there were still beings alive from when he walked the earth.
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Calling him out by challenging him to a fight. He can't argue with the method, everything comes out in the heat of battle, transparent and exposed as if there was only a thin film that covers the truth. And yet, he doesn't care, he's been given the opportunity to fight what might possibly be the hardest opponent he's faced yet.
Tartaglia's fingers twitch in anticipation- this will be an incredible fight, and it may even turn into a fight to the death- his favorite kind.
He stands from the stool he's been occupying, taken in by how Diluc seems to transform into an image of what he truly was, a creature out of myths and stories told for centuries. Never could he possibly have imagined that people like him were real and not simply literary devices.]
Oh? [Tartaglia responds, intrigued as he follows Diluc out of the tavern.] So you knew him? You know, I've been told that I'm the first person in a thousand years to claim the title of the eleventh since he died.
[A typhoon, huh...he can relate. And he thinks he'll be able to surpass him, even if it isn't right now. Eventually, he would.]
Why don't you tell me more about him while we walk? There's plenty of stories to go around but I didn't think I'd ever meet anyone who knew him. But, then, I didn't think there were still beings alive from when he walked the earth.