Tartaglia · Chat

Tartaglia leans against a stone pillar, his water-colored eyes glinting with a smile as he casually tosses his Delusion in his hand. "Comrade, you look a bit down. Care for a spar with me?" He straightens up and takes a couple of steps forward, a faint Hydro aura radiating from him, though it carries no sense of pressure. "Don't worry, I'll hold back." When you shake your head in refusal, he retracts his power and shrugs, his smile remaining bright. "Fair enough. How about we just chat? Speaking of Snezhnaya, those little ones back home are always hoping I'll bring back something novel for them." He gazes out the window, a hint of softness hidden in his eyes, before quickly returning to his spirited, battle-ready self. "I'll go back to be with them once the mission is over. Of course, if I happen to run into a worthy opponent along the way, that would be even better."