[ Feet find the floor easy, and while there's a nudge to his weapon from the blow Roland takes, it's easy for Tidus to keep his weapon without a fight, perhaps missing an opportunity to disarm his opponent. But Tidus takes what he can get, such as the rising adrenaline already in his limbs, the knowledge that Roland wasn't going to go down with a knock like that - but it's good for waking the both of them up.
And indeed, Roland's waking up.
Tidus should expect to get here, and he does: the close-range of two sword-fighters that he's worked hard to learn to answer, at being more decisive about predicting the swing of a blade; where it's likely aiming for, how to respond. Still, he's learning how to answer to further to an offensive attack, and so he's forced back, kept on the defensive, his previous tactic used against him as Roland slides his blade for control of his. When their eyes meet, there's a smile in them; there in the lift of his lips as well, though harder to find in the rows of teeth clenched, more prominent than his mouth.
He thinks, and he needs to think fast--and he plays a gamble this close in, one that relies on Roland's reflexes to recover slower than his.
Because Tidus does conjure an answer for this close in, what he can give. Nothing changes in their blades, but that smile is lost in the shift of his brow coming down, and Roland may realise from other times before it comes: the small burst of air, the harder thrust of Tidus's blade against Roland's that brings the the shock of a stun, but no further than the limbs and hands holding the blade, shorter than even a second. Roland isn't giving him the room for a stronger spell, and Tidus isn't as adept at magic-casting and fighting simultaneously as he deceives; but relying on the stun isn't what he's going for, but the inch he wants to take a mile from it.
That half a second is what Tidus wants to let him use the entire momentum of his body swinging out his blade in a full circle diagonally, a blue blur of energy to strengthen it further.
But there's a few seconds when he's done that Tidus is with his weapon down, trying to recover to a swing of a blade not as strong a slash as it could be - or his fancy circular strike could have been countered, when even with the energy put into the spinning slash, the pressure of Roland's parry absorbed some of his speed, how hard Tidus could switch from defence to offence if he hadn't been pre-occupied before it. ]
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And indeed, Roland's waking up.
Tidus should expect to get here, and he does: the close-range of two sword-fighters that he's worked hard to learn to answer, at being more decisive about predicting the swing of a blade; where it's likely aiming for, how to respond. Still, he's learning how to answer to further to an offensive attack, and so he's forced back, kept on the defensive, his previous tactic used against him as Roland slides his blade for control of his. When their eyes meet, there's a smile in them; there in the lift of his lips as well, though harder to find in the rows of teeth clenched, more prominent than his mouth.
He thinks, and he needs to think fast--and he plays a gamble this close in, one that relies on Roland's reflexes to recover slower than his.
Because Tidus does conjure an answer for this close in, what he can give. Nothing changes in their blades, but that smile is lost in the shift of his brow coming down, and Roland may realise from other times before it comes: the small burst of air, the harder thrust of Tidus's blade against Roland's that brings the the shock of a stun, but no further than the limbs and hands holding the blade, shorter than even a second. Roland isn't giving him the room for a stronger spell, and Tidus isn't as adept at magic-casting and fighting simultaneously as he deceives; but relying on the stun isn't what he's going for, but the inch he wants to take a mile from it.
That half a second is what Tidus wants to let him use the entire momentum of his body swinging out his blade in a full circle diagonally, a blue blur of energy to strengthen it further.
But there's a few seconds when he's done that Tidus is with his weapon down, trying to recover to a swing of a blade not as strong a slash as it could be - or his fancy circular strike could have been countered, when even with the energy put into the spinning slash, the pressure of Roland's parry absorbed some of his speed, how hard Tidus could switch from defence to offence if he hadn't been pre-occupied before it. ]