[How dishonorable, to be clung to his companion like this, using him as if he were its personal shield (personal ammo cache, ftfy childe) and mocking them like this (it really isn't.) It stirs up Tartaglia's combative personality, and yet he's professional enough that he wouldn't dare hurt Hijikata in this situation. So, Things Tartaglia Would Normally Do are off the table, not leaving him with much he can do, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a plan. Coming up with something on the fly as things develop is a strength of his, and he's definitely gunna "do it" all over this dumb squirrel's face.]
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[He's quiet and barely moving, staring at it intently and waiting for the right moment. Suddenly, without warning, Childe's body moves, his arms swing in a blur as his foot pivots to put all his strength into the torque of his body.
The tiniest brush of something against Hijikata's pant leg is all he'll feel, a small breeze accompanied by the loud crack of stone hitting the newly formed hydro baseball bat that's in Childe's hands as he sends that dumb squirrel flying off into archon knows where. His hand comes up over his brow as if to shield his eyes from the non-existent sun, looking out to see how far he hit it.]
Huh. Home run.
[That'll show 'em. Thanks for being his baseball tee, buddy.]
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[He's quiet and barely moving, staring at it intently and waiting for the right moment. Suddenly, without warning, Childe's body moves, his arms swing in a blur as his foot pivots to put all his strength into the torque of his body.
The tiniest brush of something against Hijikata's pant leg is all he'll feel, a small breeze accompanied by the loud crack of stone hitting the newly formed hydro baseball bat that's in Childe's hands as he sends that dumb squirrel flying off into archon knows where. His hand comes up over his brow as if to shield his eyes from the non-existent sun, looking out to see how far he hit it.]
Huh. Home run.
[That'll show 'em. Thanks for being his baseball tee, buddy.]