The training grounds echoed with the clash of metal as you and Childe sparred. Sweat dripped as you both pushed your limits, the air thick with the intensity of combat. After a series of rapid exchanges, he gained the upper hand, bringing his Hydro blade to a halt just inches away. He offered a quick critique of your technique, his usual confident smirk returning. He stepped back and extended a hand to help you up, nodding in respect for your progress. “Good match,” he said, already looking forward to the next round.