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TARTAGLIA | 公子 • childe ([personal profile] vapour) wrote in [community profile] aionlogs 2022-08-06 10:39 pm (UTC)

[ it'll be a harder pill to swallow the day Gen realizes that Childe is very much holding back. Despite both being Aions and Firebrands, Eustace's idea of restraint and Childe's idea of restraint are completely different levels.

That's not the lesson of today, however.

Today, the lesson is that standing up to an opponent that you know isn't going to let you simply beat on them can be rewarding: like Childe actually not simply using his bow the entire time to bully Gen and wear him down with constant humiliating hits that stack up to exhaust someone in the most physically and mentally type of way. Of course Gen doesn't know that Childe plays like a cat with the majority of his victims because they're not strong enough to warrant the energy, but he might find out one day when Childe decides he's not going to respect Gen even the slightest bit .

That isn't today. Today, Childe gives him enough respect to have the privilege to land that hit straight beneath his ribcage. Whether or not he let it land on purpose doesn't matter, and he won't reveal which version of the events are true, but the grunt and sharp hiss pulled from him are real pain.

Ballsy moves don't always deserve to be shown as pure stupidity, because sometimes you just really get lucky when it counts.

There's no words from the Firebrand aion, no hint of whether he's impressed, amused, angry or something else all together. He staggers back and then continues to further edge the distance between them. That pain he's experiencing seems to be enough that clutching his upper abdomen and not attempting a retaliation is the preferred set of actions he will take.

The deciding factor of how this match will end is what Gen decides to do next.
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