[ The thrill of a fight is determined in the way your opponent reacts to what you do. Roland doesn't enjoy fighting per se, but there's an exhilarating feeling of knowing you're being taken seriously, and that every swing of his blade could determine the outcome of the battle. Even in a spar, he wants to take every moment to be better, to learn more, to hone skills that have saved him time and time again. It's this steely resolve that gives him the chance to brace for the counterstrike, his move to disarm not quite meeting the intended goal but showing Roland just enough to predict the formation of magic. He's not pulling punches, and he respects such a determination with his own, absorbing the blow for whatever it hurts him with as his sword takes it in, shakes his arms but otherwise, resists.
He knows the feeling of being stunned. He knows what it's like to feel the full force of one too, where nothing seems to move except the seconds that tick by without him. So this - this wasn't Tidus connecting the spell to his sword. He's pushed back some inches away, but his eyes don't drift, focused and steady on one person in this room and on him alone. The moment presents itself to the patient, and soon enough, Roland is offered a reprieve from Tidus's onslaught. That split second recovery is all he needs to rush, his sword at a horizontal swing but this is where he tests something new.
Where once he would stop at one half-arc, he takes a 180-turn, mimicking the shape of a full moon risen high in the night sky. It's a pivot using the ball of one foot and the momentum of the previous slash, and he does this twice, with the second swing made lower in the hopes that Tidus is caught too unaware that he can't prevent Roland from aiming for his calves to have him fall straight down to the floor.
And should it prove effective, it won't be the tip of Roland's sword that meets Tidus's eye: in a switch quicker than the common eye can see, he would have his pistol out, aimed yet still on safety, his finger off the trigger, though all the same forcing him to a hopeful draw. ]
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He knows the feeling of being stunned. He knows what it's like to feel the full force of one too, where nothing seems to move except the seconds that tick by without him. So this - this wasn't Tidus connecting the spell to his sword. He's pushed back some inches away, but his eyes don't drift, focused and steady on one person in this room and on him alone. The moment presents itself to the patient, and soon enough, Roland is offered a reprieve from Tidus's onslaught. That split second recovery is all he needs to rush, his sword at a horizontal swing but this is where he tests something new.
Where once he would stop at one half-arc, he takes a 180-turn, mimicking the shape of a full moon risen high in the night sky. It's a pivot using the ball of one foot and the momentum of the previous slash, and he does this twice, with the second swing made lower in the hopes that Tidus is caught too unaware that he can't prevent Roland from aiming for his calves to have him fall straight down to the floor.
And should it prove effective, it won't be the tip of Roland's sword that meets Tidus's eye: in a switch quicker than the common eye can see, he would have his pistol out, aimed yet still on safety, his finger off the trigger, though all the same forcing him to a hopeful draw. ]