─ The sounds of battle echoed throughout the forest. Weapons clanging against one another. Breaths from each individual heavied from each movement.

You've been fighting Tartaglia aka Childe for hours and it just seems this man does not run of stamina. He was giving you everything he had and you were struggling to keep up.

Tartaglia noticed this, a cocky grin creepin on his face. "Oh comrade, don't tell me you're already getting so weak." He put some emphasis on the 'weak'.