You the same guy who told me to get better hobbies, or what?
[ The air begins to charge with as much dynamism as both of them offer one another, playing off of that energy that's ready to release at any moment. Roland knows Tidus is going to give it his best regardless of training or sparring, and he's quick. Quicker than Roland is, but if his practice rounds with Reno have been any indication, he can take it better these days. He'll just have to show Tidus he's gotten better too. Somehow.
Plus, if that fancy sword work isn't going to get Roland's blood pumping, then nothing will. He watches the expert trick, the flick of the wrist that sends his blade dangerously high until he catches it like it was nothing...Impressive, but he's not going to affirm that. Not when he's ready for the fight - spar - himself, a sword emerging from his hammerspace in a similar flash of light. The Cat King's Claw for today, simple and precise. Roland smirks, and readies himself with knees bent, one for support, the other ready to catapult towards Tidus in an instant. Arms raised to the sides of his face, hilt gripped tight. ]
Don't you worry. I've never held back on you and I'm not about to start now. [ No tricks either. Higgledies are kept way back, with instructions made in silence: zero interference. ] You ready for this?
[ Rock 'n roll baby, it's the battle of one-liners - and he dashes forward with all the strength of his left thigh to give him the boost, clashing blades or missing entirely, only to adjust from behind. ]
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[ The air begins to charge with as much dynamism as both of them offer one another, playing off of that energy that's ready to release at any moment. Roland knows Tidus is going to give it his best regardless of training or sparring, and he's quick. Quicker than Roland is, but if his practice rounds with Reno have been any indication, he can take it better these days. He'll just have to show Tidus he's gotten better too. Somehow.
Plus, if that fancy sword work isn't going to get Roland's blood pumping, then nothing will. He watches the expert trick, the flick of the wrist that sends his blade dangerously high until he catches it like it was nothing...Impressive, but he's not going to affirm that. Not when he's ready for the fight - spar - himself, a sword emerging from his hammerspace in a similar flash of light. The Cat King's Claw for today, simple and precise. Roland smirks, and readies himself with knees bent, one for support, the other ready to catapult towards Tidus in an instant. Arms raised to the sides of his face, hilt gripped tight. ]
Don't you worry. I've never held back on you and I'm not about to start now. [ No tricks either. Higgledies are kept way back, with instructions made in silence: zero interference. ] You ready for this?
[ Rock 'n roll baby, it's the battle of one-liners - and he dashes forward with all the strength of his left thigh to give him the boost, clashing blades or missing entirely, only to adjust from behind. ]