[ Tartaglia's fighting form is magnificent as always. Even as she skillfully mows down the horde of hilichurls with precise aims, she's utterly enraptured by her husband's magnificent technique with his deadly water blades. Whenever she gets even a slight breather, her focus is on Ajax alone, in awe watching him carve right through that lawachurl's armor like it was a slice of soft cake. In a blink and you might miss it moment, the once fearsome monster that cleaved its way into the church walls was now standing without a head, her beloved slicing it off in one fell swoop. She knew that poor lawachurl couldn't even hold a candle to her beloved but Ajax's pure confidence and stunning abilities has her feeling like she's falling in love with him all over again. Yoimiya's heart pounds and beats with excitement from that boisterous THUD the sound of its head makes.
Her incredible, powerful, beloved husband is the most amazing man to ever walk the face of Teyvat. And Yoimiya is so proud and happy to stand beside him as his wife.
The rest of the vanguard of hililchurls are smacked down like insects, Tartaglia continues to impress her by slashing them clean in half while she picks off the remaining stragglers. The aftermath of their carnage is simply beautiful, the blood dripping across the once pristine floorboard and onto the white petals is proof of their masterpiece, their eternal love creating this spectacular sea of blood that paints the church floor.
Once the pests have been taken care of, Yoimiya turns her attention to the supreme ruler of the country cascaded with ice. She's quick to take her place right next to the Harbinger, bowing right alongside him to bestow her own respect for the Tsaritsa. Yoimiya's heart will always be with Inazuma but now that she's wedded to Ajax, she's more than ready to serve Snezhnaya's Majesty together with him, especially since the Cyro Archon was gracious enough to officiate their wedding. For that, she feels forever indebted to her husband's god. ]
Yes, I'm having the time of my life fighting alongside the person I love the most in this world. It'll be my honor to get rid of these pets so Her Majesty doesn't have to lift a finger.
[ Cold and imposing, the Tsaritsa nods her head at the couple, heeding their request. ]
With your blade as sharp as ice, go forth and defend this church with your permafrost will, Tartaglia.
[ Like moths to the flame, more enemies dare to emerge out of the broken walls. Standing in front of the newlywed couple are a pair of elite monsters from the Abyss, a Frost Fall Herald, and a Fathomless Flames Lector. Certainly a step up from the pitiful hilichurls but still not enough. ]
Oh? Is this the backup? Hmm... kind of disappointing, not gonna lie. I was expecting more than just you two.
[ They already have the advantage in terms of elements and with Ajax by her side, there's no need for her to worry. Just to drive home the point that she's not even scared, Yoimiya slots her lips with Tartaglia's to give him a good luck kiss before sending him off, trusting her husband to take on the pyro lector while she fights the cyro herald. When she breaks, she's breathless, staring into his stunning eyes as if he's the most gorgeous being ever created, gently stroking his cheek one last time before departing to battle. With her bow aimed, she steps out to engage in combat, her glass heels click against the blood-stained floor that dyes her once crystal-clear slippers with the blood of their fallen enemies. ]
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Her incredible, powerful, beloved husband is the most amazing man to ever walk the face of Teyvat. And Yoimiya is so proud and happy to stand beside him as his wife.
The rest of the vanguard of hililchurls are smacked down like insects, Tartaglia continues to impress her by slashing them clean in half while she picks off the remaining stragglers. The aftermath of their carnage is simply beautiful, the blood dripping across the once pristine floorboard and onto the white petals is proof of their masterpiece, their eternal love creating this spectacular sea of blood that paints the church floor.
Once the pests have been taken care of, Yoimiya turns her attention to the supreme ruler of the country cascaded with ice. She's quick to take her place right next to the Harbinger, bowing right alongside him to bestow her own respect for the Tsaritsa. Yoimiya's heart will always be with Inazuma but now that she's wedded to Ajax, she's more than ready to serve Snezhnaya's Majesty together with him, especially since the Cyro Archon was gracious enough to officiate their wedding. For that, she feels forever indebted to her husband's god. ]
Yes, I'm having the time of my life fighting alongside the person I love the most in this world. It'll be my honor to get rid of these pets so Her Majesty doesn't have to lift a finger.
[ Cold and imposing, the Tsaritsa nods her head at the couple, heeding their request. ]
With your blade as sharp as ice, go forth and defend this church with your permafrost will, Tartaglia.
[ Like moths to the flame, more enemies dare to emerge out of the broken walls. Standing in front of the newlywed couple are a pair of elite monsters from the Abyss, a Frost Fall Herald, and a Fathomless Flames Lector. Certainly a step up from the pitiful hilichurls but still not enough. ]
Oh? Is this the backup? Hmm... kind of disappointing, not gonna lie. I was expecting more than just you two.
[ They already have the advantage in terms of elements and with Ajax by her side, there's no need for her to worry. Just to drive home the point that she's not even scared, Yoimiya slots her lips with Tartaglia's to give him a good luck kiss before sending him off, trusting her husband to take on the pyro lector while she fights the cyro herald. When she breaks, she's breathless, staring into his stunning eyes as if he's the most gorgeous being ever created, gently stroking his cheek one last time before departing to battle. With her bow aimed, she steps out to engage in combat, her glass heels click against the blood-stained floor that dyes her once crystal-clear slippers with the blood of their fallen enemies. ]