[ He flashes him a sharp smirk, confident even if he fails. It's about the demonstration of skill, Roland thinks. Not necessarily the besting thereof. So he doesn't move, steady like a tree. Meeting that dynamic playfulness with a still ease, the look in his eye that bounces off of a more youthful grin from his sparring partner. This was fun indeed. ]

Inigo's not gonna cry, because you're not gonna hurt me. Not by a long shot.

[ It's an empty one-liner. But it's also reflective of how much trust he's given Tidus to even say such a thing, meaning in two different strokes. That he literally wouldn't hurt Roland despite the guise of a killing move, and he wouldn't hurt him because he'd control himself just as Roland would do the same for him. ]

I wanna test my fastest trump card against the fastest pro this side of the void. Come on. Help out a pal.