Snow, ice, and everything not nice / scaramouche x reader x Childe

Chapter 6 - Scaramouche

This is another quick chapter I promise chapters will get longer soon I apologize but I'm too tired to continue writing.

The short man stood at the door with an annoyed expression.

"I've already been informed by the Tsaritsa who this is." He snapped, seeing Childe open his mouth. Childe gave you a smug look.

"Well this is the oh so mean Scaramouche, or by his formal title, Balladeer." Childe said happily pushing you towards Scaramouche.

"Come find me later!" He yelled over his shoulder as he disappeared around the corner. You turned your attention back to Scaramouche, fear building up in your stomach.

"Address me as sir from now on." Scaramouche cleared his throat as a way for you to speak.

"Ah uh yes sir." You said quickly. Scaramouche nodded before he continued to speak.

"Today will be fun, you get to show me how you fight." He gave you a mean smile before he lead you through a huge hallway. He stopped at a huge arena which was mostly outside.

The bells on his huge hat jingled as he looked back at you.

"You do know how to fight right?" He turned to you, his voice almost electrifying. You nodded.

"Yes sir." You'd spent months as a kid sparring with your siblings.

"Good, go sit down over there and wait for me to call your name." He ordered, pointing over to rows of benches where a bunch of women sat. You assumed those were the rest of the cicin mages.

On the opposite side of the arena, men sat on the benches, you assumed those were the fatui agents and skirmishers. They were separated by a huge arched doorway. On the other side of the doorway on your end was the mirror maidens.

You took a deep breath before you headed towards your bench. The cicin mages were whispering and looking around the arena at everyone. You thought it was best to ignore them for now.

The Harbingers sat on a huge comfy looking couch-like bench at the very top of the room. You noticed the Tsaritsa seating her self at the very top middle of them all.

Scaramouche stepped forward to explain the rules.

"Today we will be assessing each one of your abilities in fighting. If you succeed our standards consider yourself lucky. If not," Scaramouche laughed to himself before he continued.

"You'll find out later. Anyways, for the first part of our little bit not so little sparring event is no vision sparring, leave your vision in the basket on the side of the field before you spar. You may retrieve it after." Scaramouche said, motioning to 2 small baskets at the sides of the chalk drawn fighting square.

"If you fall out of the arena, you lose! If you get knocked out, you lose! And if you are not able to stand up after 5 seconds after falling, you lose!" He said cheerfully, his voice echoing through the arena.

"There will be multiple rounds just to weed out the weak ones, make it as high as you can and try not to lose, but now, let's begin!" He snapped his fingers, causing everyone in the room to clap, including the Harbingers and the Tsaritsa.

Scaramouche called forward multiple people but you'd blocked them out only listening for your name.

Once you were called you took a deep breath. Heading slowly towards the basket you glanced up to see Childe smiling at you. It made the worry growing in your stomach settle.

You placed your vision in the wooden basket and headed into the box. The man you were to spar against was massive. One of the electro hammer guys. You gulped, both of you taking a fighting stance.

"Begin!" Scaramouche yelled.