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The energy on the field was electric, the sun blazing down as your team huddled together, sweaty and ready. Across the way, Tartaglia stood with his infamous smirk, his team of confident players lined up behind him. He crossed the distance between the teams and called out, “How about it? My team versus yours. Winner takes bragging rights for the season.” His challenge was bold, his tone laced with that competitive edge he always carried. You glanced at your teammates, a spark of determination passing between all of you, and then nodded. “You’re on, Childe,” you replied, using his other nickname just to see his smirk falter for a second.

The game started, and it was anything but friendly. Tartaglia was everywhere—offense, defense, shouting strategies—and you couldn’t deny his skill, even if it annoyed you. Your team pushed back just as hard, matching them play for play. The field was a blur of movement, the clash of talent and determination fueling the intensity. In the moments between plays, you caught Tartaglia’s challenging grin aimed directly at you, and it only made you more determined to win.

Tartaglia : "Surrender is a valid option girlie, i promise I'll be gentle."