[Silence lapses for a period of time, during which they duel neck and neck, loosing arrows between them while the fire blazes in their path. He dodges again, her arrow whipping dangerously close to the skin of his belly. She doesn't speak back to him; disappointing, but not a surprise. Perhaps she simply needs her focus on dodging his assault. If so, it's commendable, because he wouldn't want someone not giving a fight with him their all.
Still, there isn't any fun if personal stakes aren't involved. Childe is someone who enjoys knowing his opponent, and sometimes even befriending them if they are powerful and catch his interest. Perhaps to Hayame's dismay, she will soon feel the intrusion of a mind—that slip of Communion, Childe's presence the blazing hot burn of a Harbinger, making itself known through the tether of mental communication.]
Will you at least tell me your name? That way I will know what to call you when I have defeated you.
[And at the same time, he shoots again—aimed for her neck. As if to test her will and concentration at once.]
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Still, there isn't any fun if personal stakes aren't involved. Childe is someone who enjoys knowing his opponent, and sometimes even befriending them if they are powerful and catch his interest. Perhaps to Hayame's dismay, she will soon feel the intrusion of a mind—that slip of Communion, Childe's presence the blazing hot burn of a Harbinger, making itself known through the tether of mental communication.]
Will you at least tell me your name? That way I will know what to call you when I have defeated you.
[And at the same time, he shoots again—aimed for her neck. As if to test her will and concentration at once.]