[ A head-on clash is where Roland can outmatch Tidus with enough wits, be it Tidus's fault he didn't spend his younger life learning to wield the blade than playing sports. But that's exactly where Tidus meets him, his blade as well angled where it needs to be for the grind of metals searching for that advantage. Roland isn't the only guy that's been training, though this isn't a particular dance Tidus wants to stay in. ]
Ha! [ And that's not his objective, jumping back a step and going in for the swing again, and again -- the third time the charm he was aiming for when he brings down the brotherhood's hook end to grab Roland's blade in its teeth, yank it to a side. But he's not looking to disarm him, but to use a brief opening, the access to Roland, and a better weapon of his he knows to control than any sword: himself.
And his two feet coming to together in a jump, slamming out both legs together in a kick directly to the young-old man's chest. How about that, Mister President. ]
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Ha! [ And that's not his objective, jumping back a step and going in for the swing again, and again -- the third time the charm he was aiming for when he brings down the brotherhood's hook end to grab Roland's blade in its teeth, yank it to a side. But he's not looking to disarm him, but to use a brief opening, the access to Roland, and a better weapon of his he knows to control than any sword: himself.
And his two feet coming to together in a jump, slamming out both legs together in a kick directly to the young-old man's chest. How about that, Mister President. ]