[Such power and yet such reluctance to use it. He can see that in those steps backward, that frightened whimper. Perhaps he should of been a little more soft with his encouragement, but in the heat of battle, it's kill or be killed. But that softness can wait until the battle is over. For now, he continues to try to push Falco, but it was evident that he'd need a lot more help than just fighting in his titan form if he were to ever be a real warrior.
Things that can be addressed later, if the boy wanted it.
Childe tries to be encouraging to him, yelling phrases back like, strike harder next time! or come now, that's all you've got? you're still holding back! and the like. But the longer they fight, the more he sees the titan coming back at him like he really means it, the way he'd asked him to in the beginning.
Thankfully Childe's movements are quick, before the jaw titan can snap him up into its jaws, a near miss that makes the Harbinger's eyes go wide. The fight had been getting more and more exciting since it appeared that Falco was trying, and he grins wickedly from behind the mask. But, something didn't sit right with him either, and he can't quite put his finger on it. How long had they been fighting? He doesn't see any sign of that familiar sludge that came oozing out of the titan just a few months prior- but he wonders now if Falco's fears were becoming a reality.
He holds up a hand to stop, ceasing his fighting and floating in midair a few dozen feet in front of Falco. But he's on edge. Would he stop attacking? Or did they go too far?]
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Things that can be addressed later, if the boy wanted it.
Childe tries to be encouraging to him, yelling phrases back like, strike harder next time! or come now, that's all you've got? you're still holding back! and the like. But the longer they fight, the more he sees the titan coming back at him like he really means it, the way he'd asked him to in the beginning.
Thankfully Childe's movements are quick, before the jaw titan can snap him up into its jaws, a near miss that makes the Harbinger's eyes go wide. The fight had been getting more and more exciting since it appeared that Falco was trying, and he grins wickedly from behind the mask. But, something didn't sit right with him either, and he can't quite put his finger on it. How long had they been fighting? He doesn't see any sign of that familiar sludge that came oozing out of the titan just a few months prior- but he wonders now if Falco's fears were becoming a reality.
He holds up a hand to stop, ceasing his fighting and floating in midair a few dozen feet in front of Falco. But he's on edge. Would he stop attacking? Or did they go too far?]