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Childe "I Can Make Her Worse" Tartaglia ([personal profile] monoceroscaeli) wrote in [community profile] insurmountable 2022-12-16 06:23 am (UTC)

[There's a distinct change that he senses from Diluc as his blow is blocked by the vampire's greatsword, something he can't quite place his finger on. Has he relaxed, let go of all his tension? The flow of his attacks, as he parries and counters, blocks and dodges, it's like a steady rhythm of something familiar. The warrior doesn't even have time to contemplate the words, his focus on the fight.

One slash threatens to sever his arm from his body, a sidestep just barely keeping Diluc from claiming it. Another slash comes for his neck, a block that takes all his strength to keep his head attached. The heat seeps through his armor, draining his stamina even faster than the transformation would do by itself, and Tartaglia realizes he has to end this faster than he thought. Abyssal energy coalesces and coats his blades, each clash of their blades pushing the heat backward with his own power.

It's not until he's given himself some room does he address Diluc's statements, his breathing beginning to labor under the duress of the Foul Legacy Transformation.]


A͕͍͖n̢̘d̘̝͜?̝͎̟ W͉̺̻h̞̝͜a̘̟͇t̟̠̻ e͎͕͜x͉͚̪a̫͜c̘̺̞t̡͚̺l̻͔͓y͙̝͔ a̘͔̪r͔̦̝e͓̺͔ y̪͚o͚̫͓u̼̞͜ t͔͚͙r̠͔̠y̫̝i̢̘͖n̠̻̦g̫͔͖ t͔͔͚o̞̺͖ s̢͍̙a͎̼̦y̢͉͙?̻̻̻

[He doesn't consider the possibility of who he is, of why he's always possessed this great strength. But Diluc talks like he knows, and it's got him interested.]

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