[The centuries of practice Diluc is displaying of wielding a Vision impresses him, watching the other man set his battle strategy right before his eyes. There's a few things he believes he can infer here of what Diluc is doing, grinning wickedly as he comes up with his own strategy to deal with it. Trying to make the battlefield work to his advantage. Sounds fun.
Tartaglia's blades form in his hands once more, slamming them together into his double-bladed polearm that catches the pyro-shaped claymore with the hook of it that threatens to slice him in two, steam from both elements shooting off each other violently. And there's the matter of the real claymore that's been shot into the air to deal with- he wonders how Diluc will utilize it when it eventually falls, but he'll be ready for when that time comes soon.]
Not bad. It's been a while since I've fought someone of this caliber. Now let's take it up a notch.
[His polearm breaks apart once more to assault Diluc with a series of quick strikes, Tartaglia's laughter ringing out in the night air.]
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Tartaglia's blades form in his hands once more, slamming them together into his double-bladed polearm that catches the pyro-shaped claymore with the hook of it that threatens to slice him in two, steam from both elements shooting off each other violently. And there's the matter of the real claymore that's been shot into the air to deal with- he wonders how Diluc will utilize it when it eventually falls, but he'll be ready for when that time comes soon.]
Not bad. It's been a while since I've fought someone of this caliber. Now let's take it up a notch.
[His polearm breaks apart once more to assault Diluc with a series of quick strikes, Tartaglia's laughter ringing out in the night air.]