Me? An instigator? [ It should be noted that he's not denying the allegations against him, merely considering it with that same, infuriating smile. Nevermind the fact that Liyue has been all but destroyed, razed to the ground with fire and blood. The redhead spreads his hands out as though to show that he is completely unarmed, carrying no weapon on him save for his hands.
Steel glints in the door behind him, and it becomes apparent why he doesn't need to. ]
I should like to know your name, pet, to decide on whether or not I will have you keep it.
[ The implications behind his words are all too clear. Despite the shine of the piles of mora laying scattered all about them and the general gilded gold of the House itself, his eyes reflect none of the light and only seem to darken further when he sweeps them over the brunet's battered, bloodied form. The stamp of booted feet herald the arrival of a fresh batch of Fatui recruits, however these are no mere footsoldiers but instead the elite of Her Majesty's vanguard, handpicked and trained by Childe himself. They're large, brutish drones, some wielding hammers crackling with purple electricity, others wielding muskets with frost coiling into the air at the end of their barrels.
Childe knows that if he were to throw himself into battle against this beautiful warrior, he wouldn't be able to hold back. The odds would hardly be fair and, besides that, it was rare that Childe associated himself with the weak.
It would not do for him to break his pretty little plaything beyond repair, after all. Not so soon.
To his men, Childe issues a command in clipped tones of Snezhnayan. His eyes never leave the Liyuen warrior's during this.
As they move to obey, rumbling into action, lumbering ahead to where the beauty stands with spear in hand Childe has the audacity to smile again, as though in greeting to an old friend. ]
Get one last look at your beloved city. You won't be seeing it for a long, long, time.
[ And Childe turns, and he leaves just like that. The men know their orders; incapacitate and capture without killing or else risk the slaughter of the entire group in retaliation. Childe's decision is absolute.
He knows what souvenir he wants most from this trip. He should like it to come home with him to Snezhnaya in one piece. ]
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Steel glints in the door behind him, and it becomes apparent why he doesn't need to. ]
I should like to know your name, pet, to decide on whether or not I will have you keep it.
[ The implications behind his words are all too clear. Despite the shine of the piles of mora laying scattered all about them and the general gilded gold of the House itself, his eyes reflect none of the light and only seem to darken further when he sweeps them over the brunet's battered, bloodied form. The stamp of booted feet herald the arrival of a fresh batch of Fatui recruits, however these are no mere footsoldiers but instead the elite of Her Majesty's vanguard, handpicked and trained by Childe himself. They're large, brutish drones, some wielding hammers crackling with purple electricity, others wielding muskets with frost coiling into the air at the end of their barrels.
Childe knows that if he were to throw himself into battle against this beautiful warrior, he wouldn't be able to hold back. The odds would hardly be fair and, besides that, it was rare that Childe associated himself with the weak.
It would not do for him to break his pretty little plaything beyond repair, after all. Not so soon.
To his men, Childe issues a command in clipped tones of Snezhnayan. His eyes never leave the Liyuen warrior's during this.
As they move to obey, rumbling into action, lumbering ahead to where the beauty stands with spear in hand Childe has the audacity to smile again, as though in greeting to an old friend. ]
Get one last look at your beloved city. You won't be seeing it for a long, long, time.
[ And Childe turns, and he leaves just like that. The men know their orders; incapacitate and capture without killing or else risk the slaughter of the entire group in retaliation. Childe's decision is absolute.
He knows what souvenir he wants most from this trip. He should like it to come home with him to Snezhnaya in one piece. ]