⚔️🎮💫Fairytale Expedition//Genshin Impact x Nerdcore AU💫🎮⚔️

⚔️💥Natural Disaster💥⚔️

[[Gen!CG5's POV]]
Mondstadt was busy and crowded. It was full of lively and friendly people. Lively and friendly people such as Charlie.
As always, Charlie was spending most of his morning and afternoon outside of the walls of the city of Anemo where the fields of lush green trees were. Sitting under an apple tree in the fields of Windrise, Charlie plucked his lyre he had since he was a kid while humming a harmonious tune to himself. He begins to rests his head against the brown bark of the tree and shuts his eyes. Charlie could feel the tranquil wind that move past his face.
A mile or two away, was the enormous tree that was mammoth structure compared to the other trees in the fields. Not only was it the widest tree; and the most rich with luscious leaves, but in front of it was a Statue of The Seven; a sculpture essential to Teyvat's residents who worshiped the fleet footed anemo god, Barbatos.
Much like any archon in the world of Teyvat, they are primarily known for ruling over a nation that is represented by and element, and said god Or goddess would occasionally gift heroes (or misfits) with these extraordinary elemental powers in the form of a pendent shaped amulet; a vision. Visions were indeed a rare thing to behold.
Some scholars would even say that if you were special enough to have been bestowed with a vision, it could potentially grant you with the benefit of godhood. Immortality they say.
It was definitely a unique and vague idea that crossed Charlie's mind since he had one.
Eventually, Charlie stands up. He does a few basic stretches to loosen up his limbs from sitting down for a period amount of time. A glint of a metallic bronze shine catches the corner of his eyes.
He peers down to see that it was his scarlet pyro vision, in the form of a pendant, hanging from the leather belt strapped around his waist. Come to think of it, he hasn't really been doing much today or practically the entire week. There hasn't been much hilichurls or mages to catch on fire and kill, which is extremely abnormal because they were constantly on the lookout for helpless prey. Not to mention, he's been out in the wild for quite some time.
Then again, if there was no opponent Charlie had to confront, he could always practice, right? The thought lingered in his head, but not for long. Tucking his lyre away into a bag that was strapped over his back and pulling out his sword, Charlie began to set out into a nearby meadow.
Rehearsing a few jumps and mimicking a couple of sword swipes, Charlie's face swelled with sweat, but it was for an understandable reason. He was training in case the worse would happen to anybody in Mondstadt. Or basically all of Teyvet.
Dodging, twisting, and turning, Charlie trained relentlessly non stop, that it made his entire body ache from to much physical discomfort, yet he cared less. Little did he know, he would need most of his remaining energy in his body for something unexpected.
Behind Charlie, the sound of boar like snorkeling  could be heard from behind him, and before Charlie could swing out his sword to defend himself, a large brute; a milichurl, pins him down to the ground, making Charlie completely immobile.
Totally shocked by the sudden pounce, Charlie wasn't going to submit to the grasp of an 8 foot tall hilichurl in front of him
. Activating his pyro vision, Charlie's whole body engulfs in flames, which made the milichurl stagger off of him.
Of course, that didn't stop the beast. Slamming its bulky fist together and roaring with rage, the milichurl manifests its weapon that was an impenetrable, rectangular shield.
Charging forward like a raging bull, the milichurl sprinted directly into Charlie head on. Fortunately, Charlie was fast enough to hop over and roll down the monster's back. It was one of his dodging techniques for a grisly figure like this fellow.
The milichurl turns around, and is immediately stunted a spoof of fire and slam of musical notes that were as sharp as knives.
It growled harrowingly, clutching its mask face in pain.
Charlie found the opportunity to speak. "Aww, must have hurt didn't it?" He felt the need to be sarcastic.
Just then, the milichurl swings its fist into Charlie's face and knocks him down. Before Charlie could even comprehend his own actions, the beast knocks its fists into Charlie's face again. Charlie stumbles back onto his feet. Only to be pushed back into the first gone by the robust shove from the milichurl's shield. The push was so hard that Charlie didn't have time to comprehend that his sword was out of his grasp, laying there feebly, Charlie attempts to reach forward and reach for the hem
of his sword. Charlie feebly attempts to reach forward and touch it. He almost did, until the powerful blow of robust fist striking the back of his head another time, only this time, all Charlie could see was black.