[The blade of his glaive meets her bow, electro spiking off everywhere from the impact, and he presses inwards with more strength. If he can break her bow in half, then he'll be able to pierce her heart, and claim victory in this battle. He's surprised she managed to block him in time, impressed that she managed to keep herself alive after that. He knows her, while she's no stranger to fighting, this isn't what she does on the regular. She must of been training while he was away taking care of his Fatui duties. Good on her, he thinks, but not good enough.
Another low, guttural chuckle bubbles up out of him, his eyes wide with murder dancing in them, his smile twisted as he looks down at his opponent.]
Oh? How exactly are you going to do that? You're in no position to gain the upper hand.
[In an instant, he lets off of the pressure of breaking her bow, instead opting to swipe his glaive around in a circle to strike the bow out of her hands instead. Tartaglia enjoys the attempt at a taunt though, laughing again at her, as the fog encompasses his mind and tells him he's got her right where he wants her. This is how a warrior should die, honorably after losing a duel.
Plunge your blade into her heart, it urges, and claim victory.
His glaive comes apart as he grips the middle, pulling it out into two electro blades that mirror his hydro ones. The tip comes down under her chin, lifting it up so he can get a good look at her face, uncaring for any pain it might cause.]
I was hoping you'd be more of a challenge. I don't even know if I'm going to enjoy killing you. But I won't deny you a fitting end, for challenging me one on one on the battlefield. Far be it from me to besmirch your honor.
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Another low, guttural chuckle bubbles up out of him, his eyes wide with murder dancing in them, his smile twisted as he looks down at his opponent.]
Oh? How exactly are you going to do that? You're in no position to gain the upper hand.
[In an instant, he lets off of the pressure of breaking her bow, instead opting to swipe his glaive around in a circle to strike the bow out of her hands instead. Tartaglia enjoys the attempt at a taunt though, laughing again at her, as the fog encompasses his mind and tells him he's got her right where he wants her. This is how a warrior should die, honorably after losing a duel.
Plunge your blade into her heart, it urges, and claim victory.
His glaive comes apart as he grips the middle, pulling it out into two electro blades that mirror his hydro ones. The tip comes down under her chin, lifting it up so he can get a good look at her face, uncaring for any pain it might cause.]
I was hoping you'd be more of a challenge. I don't even know if I'm going to enjoy killing you. But I won't deny you a fitting end, for challenging me one on one on the battlefield. Far be it from me to besmirch your honor.