horseshoe 22, voice

[blitzcheer]

Okay, so, favour. Last time before the storm we got one of those info briefs, it was about the voidsickness, right? And it said it gave it to us because a bunch of us asked.

Can people take a minute to ask on the feedback option for info telling us why we get called to the conductor, and why those people end up getting to leave. See if it works? It put the stupid clocks up for polling, so...

[ There's a muttering here before an exhale. ]

That's it. If anyone wants something else asked about a bunch, share it I guess.

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[blitzcheer]

[ Tidus doesn't have the confidence to fight a parry when it meets him, not at this stage, not when he might know how better at them Roland is than him. Better to back off and to remove fancy sword work from the equation, be prepared for the counter-blow that comes and use the fuller of his blade than have a smarter answer.

A pause, but not inactive. Tidus jumps diagonally, sprinting on the tips of his feet, an art to how he moves. Swift, confidently; keep Roland on his toes too, or not--when he sweeps like he's gliding, dashing in with his feet aimed to knock Roland off his. ]

[adregem]

[ He's reading every move carefully. Tidus is indeed, fast. Quick on the draw, but a bit too proactive and not reactive where it would count. Roland's face is stony as he moves to evade that sliding kick to get him to fall, would have forced him into a surrender. The barrel roll is well-timed, and he pivots right away to slash and meet Tidus's sword from beneath. Where Tidus is attempting to disarm Roland with maneuvers that are sprightly and jumpy, Roland is more steady, not moving unless he has to block, evade, or counterattack.

Right now, he's too busy on Tidus's form and how he's faring on a one-on-one. If he'll use the power of a higgledy to do more stunts, and to begin with, Roland doesn't even know the full extent of Tidus's moves and skillset apart from what he's seen in Irivar, or in the gym...

He's cautious, keen. ]

[blitzcheer]

[ The contact may not go as intended, but the blade keeps Tidus protected, and he has a way of getting back onto his feet: with a spring that's aided by the tip of his blade on the flooring, for no more than a second before he's up.

But that higgledy in his blade is getting animated, and Tidus can sense it: a gleeful impatience in his heart, inspiring a laugh that might tell Roland something is up -- if the obvious aqua-gleam of Tidus's aquatic weaponry didn't in the moment before he readies it. A preparation that might be too early, too showing of what he's about to do since he needs to run in, except--

Tidus slashes the air, and in the motions, strips of water in the shape of those strikes come out, firing at Roland from that distance. And when Tidus is so agile, does a guy like him need to continue to assault straight forward, when he can jump up, send more strikes like shots at Roland from above, and break out into a run to send more from other directions? ]

[adregem]

[ It's good he was paying attention like this; if he had been one second too late to the draw, Roland would have gotten hit with the blades of water without a doubt. The first wave of crescents hit the edge of his sword in defense, but to absorb more than that would mean he would be pushed too far back. Blocking didn't protect him from getting hurt, after all; only deflecting it, cushioning the blows.

He moves as fast he can, but he's being rushed. Tidus's strategy was clearer than ever: rather than face Roland head on, he was attempting to force his hand by overwhelming him. And Tidus certainly had the energy to do so; to keep this up until Roland would be forced into a corner. No, he isn't that easily flustered. Tidus's jumping reminds him of a creature they often fight in the second world, relying mostly on the same strategy of jumps and quick moves to catch opponents off their guard.

But all he needs is that split second the magic runs out. There's always a cooldown, there's always an end to it. It can't last forever. When he is granted it - that gap, that pause, however short it is - Roland moves with purpose. Pushes himself, burn in his thighs, as he performs a basic combination that focuses every slash, strike, and thrust only on Tidus and nowhere else. It's a string of five, six, seven attacks, not letting up the form. ]

Defense up, Tidus. Let's go.

[ He says, neither encouraging nor condescending. Roland is spurring him own too, almost like lending advice. Whether or not he'd take it, is a completely different matter altogether. Regardless. ]