[ Roland admits he wasn't prepared for such a display. All he expected was to see speed - but not the how of it, not packaged this way in a spin that pivots his entire body in motions Roland can't detect. But he doesn't flinch or move, keeping himself so utterly focused until all he can hear is the sound of his own breath. It feels like he shouldn't be doing this - closing his eyes and waiting for the very last minute as if he's ready to take the full brunt of his push to the side. Was Roland's plan to get hit all along?
It almost seems that way, for a brief minute. But this is precisely what the move he wanted to show Tidus needed to work. Evan was much better at it, of course. The move was formulated by the maidens who guarded the Tildrum line for centuries, so perhaps the affinity was natural. But Roland realizes it's because Evan is more willing to turn his head off - to sacrifice the safety of distance for the sake of power - whereas he thinks to hard on what would happen if the move didn't work. His time on the train might have changed that instinct somewhat. He's used it once on Reno before, and now...He hopes he's gotten good enough to impress. ]
'Got it.'
[ His energy ebbs and flows in a rising peak that falls just as high as it climbs. Time seems to stop for Roland. Or more accurately, it slows in a move that could potentially interest his temporary opponent whose affinity to time is stronger than Roland's. When he opens his eyes, Tidus is just seconds away - inches away - from touching him. He needs it to be so, suddenly disappearing...except he isn't quite as good as his king who performs the Ding Dong Discipline to a more expert level. So instead of Roland nowhere to be found, he outmaneuvers Tidus's fall by creating an afterimage in the illusioned veil of manipulating time. Except no such magic happens, and it's simply as the discipline describes: evading at the very last moment so that a foe can be caught completely off-guard at the price of risking your own safety.
If the move succeeds and Roland doesn't quite trip on his own two feet, Tidus won't be pushing him at all, his hands meeting air. Roland will instead, be a few feet away, barrel rolled to a distance where his disassembled gun points at Tidus though there is no real danger to be had. He's smiling though, heaving breaths with the arc of his chest gasping for air. It's a difficult move when you haven't used it in so long...and there are no Sixth Censers to be had to help him out. ]
I asked for what, now? Heh.
[ The bravado falters as he feels himself grow a bit weary from the strain, a shuffle of his feet that leaves him off-balance for a few seconds. But it doesn't last, shaking it off with a hand to his head. ]
Not as smooth as yours, but it'll do in a pinch, wouldn't you say?
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It almost seems that way, for a brief minute. But this is precisely what the move he wanted to show Tidus needed to work. Evan was much better at it, of course. The move was formulated by the maidens who guarded the Tildrum line for centuries, so perhaps the affinity was natural. But Roland realizes it's because Evan is more willing to turn his head off - to sacrifice the safety of distance for the sake of power - whereas he thinks to hard on what would happen if the move didn't work. His time on the train might have changed that instinct somewhat. He's used it once on Reno before, and now...He hopes he's gotten good enough to impress. ]
'Got it.'
[ His energy ebbs and flows in a rising peak that falls just as high as it climbs. Time seems to stop for Roland. Or more accurately, it slows in a move that could potentially interest his temporary opponent whose affinity to time is stronger than Roland's. When he opens his eyes, Tidus is just seconds away - inches away - from touching him. He needs it to be so, suddenly disappearing...except he isn't quite as good as his king who performs the Ding Dong Discipline to a more expert level. So instead of Roland nowhere to be found, he outmaneuvers Tidus's fall by creating an afterimage in the illusioned veil of manipulating time. Except no such magic happens, and it's simply as the discipline describes: evading at the very last moment so that a foe can be caught completely off-guard at the price of risking your own safety.
If the move succeeds and Roland doesn't quite trip on his own two feet, Tidus won't be pushing him at all, his hands meeting air. Roland will instead, be a few feet away, barrel rolled to a distance where his disassembled gun points at Tidus though there is no real danger to be had. He's smiling though, heaving breaths with the arc of his chest gasping for air. It's a difficult move when you haven't used it in so long...and there are no Sixth Censers to be had to help him out. ]
I asked for what, now? Heh.
[ The bravado falters as he feels himself grow a bit weary from the strain, a shuffle of his feet that leaves him off-balance for a few seconds. But it doesn't last, shaking it off with a hand to his head. ]
Not as smooth as yours, but it'll do in a pinch, wouldn't you say?