[ so much for that, maybe it's more of an echo of Manon that he once was than anything else. Childe could fight, but he know it'll end with Vander's sacrifice being for nothing. And while he could argue he doesn't give a shit about someone protecting him when he didn't ask for it (and he'll do what he wants,) that's not so easy this time, especially when he knows it's unlikely he'll come out victorious in the end. If he had his powers the dice would be a no brainer, so well ... ( Maybe it's a good thing he doesn't. )

Sensing and hearing something beneath his feet, he snarls even as he backs up, unable to retreat with much speed, but he's going to take whatever is underneath his feet as a warning for him to get lost if he knows what's good for him. ]

You better hope you're dead in the ground for good before I find you again.

[ He turns to shout towards Vander now: ] Don't die on me, old man. I'm coming back right away!

[ he'll disappear into the darkness of the woods without another sound, the only hint he was there being the trail of blood that gets lost in the density of the forest.]