[ The move is a success, but Roland could have predicted that even without the execution. Tidus was riled up, and by experience, the more he puts his mind into doing something, especially when it's presented as a challenge, the more he seems to focus on getting it right.

The gun clatters to the floor after a rising arc in the air, slower than Tidus's actual sweeping roundhouse. It affords Roland very little time to react, defend, what more to pull out a weapon to counterattack? No, he's caught very much off-guard, eyes slightly widened and shoulders braced for an impact that doesn't come. Instead, it's the phantom force that shocks him to take three steps back, left leg kicked behind him to try and lessen the recoil. His arm is raised to his chest instead, but the form he presents is precisely the idea behind getting an opponent disarmed from their gun so you can move as you need to. He's vulnerable, and it shows. ]

[ To that, Roland smiles widely, nodding to Tidus once before straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest. A gesture made out of approval. ]

That's it, pro. Very good. Impressive reflexes as expected. I'm completely defenseless.

[ He's also no stranger to moves that look faster than the eye can keep up - the Ding Dong Discipline method part of his arsenal too - but even that doesn't quite slow time the way Tidus almost reappeared in front of him for that kick. Roland's still smiling, watching him keenly. ]

How did you do that? It looked like you just disappeared completely. I couldn't find you at all.