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And yet… he didn’t drop it.

He smiled. It was the most unnerving thing the agent had ever seen. scaramouche x debate club image

He stood up, the club casting a monstrous shadow in the setting sun. The Balladeer, the puppet who despised the world, had found a new voice. It was not a clever argument or a whispered threat. It was a blunt, uncompromising statement of fact, delivered at high velocity. And yet… he didn’t drop it

The next day, on a remote island in Inazuma, a Fatui recon team found something they could not file in a standard report. He stood up, the club casting a monstrous

They had been sent to clear a Nobushi encampment. By the time they arrived, the camp was a crime scene. Not of stealthy assassinations or arcane Electro overloads. It was a scene of profound, cartoonish, and absolute demolition.

He laughed. It was a short, sharp sound like a knife being drawn. “Debate resolution. Let me guess. Two parties disagree. They each take turns swinging this… architectural disaster… at the other’s skull until one side forgets their argument.”