[ childe tanks the hit, LIKE A BOSS, as a semi translucent watery red like fluid oozes out from the newly torn wound in his side. he doesn't seem all that phased, though there is more dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. CLEARLY that hurt, but he's not giving zhongli the satisfaction of knowing as much. the tentacles tighten their grip as childe dispels the polearm to, instead, summon a couple of hydro blades to drive straight into zhongli's chest. ] I never did get your gnosis, but I'll make up for that now. [ going to see if he can't just straight up fucken gore zhongli. ]