There was a single language spoken by a select few in Teyvat. This language didn't belong to a culture, a nation, or a time. Even so, all who spoke it, knew it by heart. When Dehya and Beidou locked eyes, they both spoke that ancient language. The language of warriors.

Dehya flexed both her arms. Biceps rippled across her tanned skin. The gauntlet had been thrown.

Beidou clicked her tongue. She too flexed her arms so her fists rested atop her stomach. Shoulder and chest muscles shined in the sunlight.

Unperturbed, the Eremite busted out her side chest. The captain countered with a side triceps. Their clothes strained against the impressive physiques of the warriors.

The flame mane turned and flexed in a rear lat spread. Beidou answered with a rear double biceps pose. The shirts ripped apart revealing their toned chests and shoulders.

The pair studied one another.

"Oh goodness," said a voice. Noelle emerged from the mansion with a frown. "You've ripped your clothes. Here, let me mend them."

Locked in the heat of their combat, neither Beidou nor Dehya answered. With a sigh, Noelle stepped in between the two. She took a deep breath. The maid busted into a most muscular pose. Her clothes exploded. With a boom like the blast of a canon, her skirt, armor, and apron burst into confetti. The ground buckled beneath her awesome might.

Dehya and Beidou trembled before the muscle goddess.

"Do I have your attention now?" she said in a sweet voice. "Your clothes, please."

Both hurried to comply. Noelle repaired their clothes in minutes and returned them. As she did, the maid gave them a warning.

"Please try not to make any more messes. I'm sure Tubby won't appreciate it."