[The butcher knife collides with his favorite weapon of choice, water splashing out from the blade and falling onto Childe's face. It feels like a truck coming down from above on him, and it takes all the effort he has not to crumple underneath the sheer strength of this thing. Its eyes look gleeful at the opportunity to eat him, and for a second he almost thinks he can see it smile. All the better- this is how Childe prefers it. The adrenaline rush he's getting serves to help him find renewed strength despite his injuries, and on top of it, Diluc is free.
In one swift fluid motion, he parries the butcher knife to the side to take advantage of the chair that Diluc has kicked at their attacker, putting distance between himself and the target as he slides across the floor. With no better timing either, as he stands his water blade disappears, and not because Childe wished it.]
Thanks for the assistance. Your timing there was impeccable. It appears that my Vision just shorted out on me.
[Which was worrisome. To him, it's not impossible to beat this creature, but this certainly makes it far more difficult.]
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In one swift fluid motion, he parries the butcher knife to the side to take advantage of the chair that Diluc has kicked at their attacker, putting distance between himself and the target as he slides across the floor. With no better timing either, as he stands his water blade disappears, and not because Childe wished it.]
Thanks for the assistance. Your timing there was impeccable. It appears that my Vision just shorted out on me.
[Which was worrisome. To him, it's not impossible to beat this creature, but this certainly makes it far more difficult.]