"You're not the first person to knock me on my face."

There's a hum of humour to it, mostly to reassure by making it lighthearted, dismissive, so Madoka doesn't worry so much. Plus, it's true: fighting wasn't really as graceful or cool as Tidus always hoped his attacks looked.

He's trying to move now in the sludge snow, one step at a time. Not in an attempt to leave Madoka, but the others are starting to split off--they better follow too. Plus, this snow is gross.

"I've been knocked over, knocked out, knocked into--done the same back. Got zapped a few times too. You fought with a black mage before?"