as uninterested as he was at first in this whole joint training exercise–how he’d much rather have been deployed in a place like fontaine or natlan to stir up drama in–it appeared that the silver lining finally presented itself to him. as far as tartaglia was concerned, the vast majority of the knights of favonius were mediocre in combat at best. he’d never seen kaeya in combat before, but just the air of confidence he carried with him was already promising.
honestly, he reminded him a tad bit of himself. this really was going to be fun.
the stakes kaeya offered caught him by surprise, though. he wanted him to buy him a drink at some bar? he’d heard that the knights had fallen a bit on harsher times recently, but really? that bad? despite his surprise he still stifled an amused chuckle, nodding in his assent.
“very well. i’ll cover the entire tab for you and all of your men this evening,” he spoke with an eager grin painted across his features, arrogant in his promise because he simply was that confident and certain that he’d have the man before him pinned to the floor with one of his blades at his throat in no time at all. it was part of the mind game, too, to set the stakes even higher and mess with his head a little bit–to have him second guessing himself.
“if i win, i want you to have the knights stop sending spies to snoop around at the goth grand hotel. simple enough, is it not?” he stepped back a bit, and ordered other members of the fatui to make room but watch on. he beckoned kaeya with his sword, daring him to come closer and initiate their duel.
Spies? Sent from the Knights themselves?
My! That’s awfully rich to hear ( and from the mouth of a Harbinger, no less! ) once Kaeya considers just how long outside influences have been trying to tear their wind-blessed city apart from within.
After all, the likes of Schubert Lawrence did not get ideas of betrayal all on his lonesome, did he?
But it is neither the time nor the place to roll out the laundry list of evidence that they’ve compiled thus far. A day will come when justice can truly be served; the Cavalry Captain is not as impatient nor as impulsive as his dear brother in his own personal quest to punish those responsible for all of the wrongs done to their homeland.
If he must play along with their games and bide his time until then, so be it.
The glint in his eyes is playful as his own sword is drawn with a flourish, with nary a word of confirmation or denial regarding the accusation. To discuss matters of so-called diplomacy with a captive audience would be nothing short of a gigantic faux pas.
Kaeya, himself, makes no order to the Knights to observe. One way or the other, the ensuing commotion will grab their attention -- or serve as a reminder to better mind their surroundings at all times.
As his limber frame suggests, he’s light and quick-footed as he dashes forth, making the conscious decision to go all-in on his aggression and speed. His blade is flung forth as he makes his approach, the cryo vision on his hip shimmering with elemental energy as he sends a flurry of ice shards ahead to obfuscate the swipes of his sword that will come to follow.
He’ll test the waters like this for the moment, but if close combat goes south then he'll need to keep an exit open and use that same agility to buy himself some breathing room.
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