[It's as if one minute he's there, the next minute he's not. The bullets whiz into an empty space where Childe had been once before, a sizzle of electricity and dark energy left in his place. The next second, Childe is giving Nehan essentially what he wants, getting into his personal space. Except now it's on the Harbinger's terms, and he looms directly next to Nehan, with an arm raised to bring a celestial blade down upon Nehan's head.]
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