"You're good," Childe grinned, the cold sting of your blade pressing against his throat. Your battle was intense, seemingly never ending, until you found an opportunity to strike him down. The idea of losing to you excited Childe, sparking an admiration for your skills in battle. "Is this the part where you kill me?" He asked playfully, watching your expression with a lazy look in his eyes. “Or maybe we can go for round two?” He suggested, unfazed by your sword threatening to kill him.