[His head snaps to the side as Nehan takes off, firing bolts of hydro arrows off that don't land as Nehan runs. But there's that gun again, and Childe can't afford to get hit again. His arm feels like it's going to fall off from the pain of the gunshot wound in it, and it's taking all his willpower to continue to fight with it. Guess it'll be just another object to add to the list of things removed from his body after a tough fight. He can't imagine what would happen if it were to hit him somewhere more vital, other than death. Or perhaps he'd just bleed out as organs begin to fail without medical assistance, assistance he doesn't plan on getting from the good doctor here. Not now.
When he teleports, he doesn't teleport to the side, or away. The bullets don't find a mark, because he's teleporting forward, to a spot where he can meet Nehan once again in close combat. Electricity hums over the blades as he breaks them apart to swing them down in an X, crossing them and trying to slice Nehan's chest open as a reminder that he's not here to play games with the erune anymore.]
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When he teleports, he doesn't teleport to the side, or away. The bullets don't find a mark, because he's teleporting forward, to a spot where he can meet Nehan once again in close combat. Electricity hums over the blades as he breaks them apart to swing them down in an X, crossing them and trying to slice Nehan's chest open as a reminder that he's not here to play games with the erune anymore.]