Haha, well some people'll tell you that training isn't a substitute for the real thing when it comes to fighting, but that isn't true. Just do like you've learned— and don't hesitate when you got your opponent where you want them. You'll get used to it in no time, promise! Besides, I got your back if things get messy.

[ A flick of his wrist and beneath their feet the sand will become wet and solid as it compacts itself together, giving Tsukasa what Childe imagine is some much needed firm ground to stand on. Walking in the dry sand is one thing, and running is quite another. Fighting in it, however, especially in such shoes the younger is sporting really is on a completely different level of difficult (that isn't necessary to suffer, thankfully.) ]

They are really in need of a beating, so have at it~!

[ he chirps like they're about to enjoy a fun game or something— and maybe they are in Childe's book. He steps forward one, two, three—

—and goes to clash head on with the first wave of makara, giving Tsukasa a bit of time to ready himself for the second wave trying to rush them. Childe's very easily done this short of thing a million times before, and he moves like it, too. If it weren't a messy fight in the middle of nowhere, it could almost pass as rehearsed. ]