[There's a smile on his face as Hijikata comes back over time, lowering his bow in front of him before twirling it in his hand as is disappears in in a flutter of gold and water splashing down around him onto the ground. Tartaglia's eyes snap over to the turtle who's stuck on its back, legs waving about helplessly in the air. It makes the Harbinger laugh, his eyes softening just so as he watches it struggle.]

Honestly, it's too bad- my little brother would have loved to have one of those for himself. But right now it hinders our progress...and I'm finished playing around.

[There's no fanfare to this last enemy for him, summoning that same claymore that he spins in a circle with both hands once at his side as he walks up to it calmly. It comes down swiftly and with all his strength, cleaving it completely in half. The weapon sinks into the ground with a thud following the sound of rock breaking apart in pieces, cracking and shattering underneath the weight of the sword until all that's left beneath is the dying throes of what was once a living rock. Tartaglia's shoulders slump with a sigh, believing that their battle is over, turning to return to Hijikata's side when suddenly-

Thonk.

A pebble, one made of ice, pings off of the side of Childe's head. It's almost comical, how his hand comes up to hold the spot in confusion, head snapping in the direction of where it had come from, jaw dropped slightly as he looks around.]

Who's there? Come out and face us, coward!