[ Dimitri gasps as he's yanked aside and the spear that had been aimed for him goes tumbling end over end, spattering to a halt. He has to catch his breath, still bleeding from cuts to the face and still feeling the chill in his extremities from the ice attacks. Despite that, his numb fingers still grip his lance and he stares with intensity, trying to figure out who his would-be-rescuer is and to see if there are any more spears coming his way. ]
Who-?
[ He doesn't have time, does he? ]
If I don't defend them, who will? [ He asks Childe with a frown. Although perhaps that's more rhetorical, considering that Tyki and Kaeya seem to be just about done... ]
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Who-?
[ He doesn't have time, does he? ]
If I don't defend them, who will? [ He asks Childe with a frown. Although perhaps that's more rhetorical, considering that Tyki and Kaeya seem to be just about done... ]