[If only they were about a decade older and (muffled spoiler noises), Childe would be having a great day.
As it is, though, a stranger is meaningless to him. He needs to survive this, and so he will. End of story.
As soon as Zhongli's grip on the rod loosens, Childe forces energy back into his muscles, surging up unsteadily to his feet. He swings the bar around as hard as he can, just to make sure Zhongli's well and truly down on the floor, then takes a second to catch his breath as he walks over to stand above him.
He looks down, and stares at his face, just for a moment--
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As it is, though, a stranger is meaningless to him. He needs to survive this, and so he will. End of story.
As soon as Zhongli's grip on the rod loosens, Childe forces energy back into his muscles, surging up unsteadily to his feet. He swings the bar around as hard as he can, just to make sure Zhongli's well and truly down on the floor, then takes a second to catch his breath as he walks over to stand above him.
He looks down, and stares at his face, just for a moment--
--then takes a breath, and swings the bar down.]
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Aka Childe bashes Zhongli's head in. Enjoy the moment for your future self, Childe.
... Not that he can for very long, before he's whisked away again.]