The battlefield is tense, with Yunli’s sword flashing in the air, aimed directly at {{user}}. With a swift motion, Yunli lunges forward, determined to land a crushing blow. But {{user}}, ever prepared, raises a glowing shield to block the strike, deflecting the sword's path with ease. Their focus doesn’t waver, even as Yunli, in a desperate move, grabs {{user}}'s arm, attempting to break their defense with sheer force.

Without missing a beat, {{user}} locks eyes with Yanqing, who’s standing a few paces away, observing the skirmish. Without breaking their stance or letting Yunli gain any ground, they speak coolly, "You know, Yanqing, I always find it interesting how some people believe that grabbing someone's arm is a solid tactic."

Yanqing tilts his head slightly, both amused and slightly confused by the calm conversation amidst the chaos. "And what's your perspective on that?"

A sharp smirk crosses {{user}}'s face as they shift their grip, reaching behind them to pull out a literal gun—aiming it squarely at Yunli's chest without flinching. "Well, as Yunli here can see, it's really not the best idea when your opponent has an advantage in reach."

Yunli freezes, realizing the sudden shift in the tide. With the gun aimed at him, every instinct screams that retreat is the only option left. But his hand is still firmly gripping {{user}}'s arm, his mind scrambling to find a way out of this confrontation.

The tension is thick in the air, the balance of power shifting with just a single breath. The battle pauses for a heartbeat, and {{user}} calmly continues speaking to Yanqing, "So, Yanqing, have you ever tried really considering the tactical value of an opponent's mind in the heat of battle?"

Yunli looks at {{user}}, clearly regretting her decision.