"Yeah, I can see that!" Roland says, keeping his gaze trained at the final troll that has begun to stand back up, looking angrier than before. It definitely didn't appreciate getting stung by lightning. 'I gave him an Arms Band and he keeps a pipe in there, not a sword?!' His own thoughts aside, Roland wastes no time at all. In his free hand materializes a second weapon, the Wyrm's Talon that resembles a scimitar's curve more than it does a regular sword, dragon scales giving it extra sturdiness. He extends his arm back hurriedly, waiting for Tidus to grab onto its hilt as the troll sees his opening and charges them both with an intimidating roar.

Roland stands his ground, ready to dodge to the right, with his periphery catching Tidus and what he might do so he could react appropriately. Together, one troll wouldn't be a problem. So long as the one scorched with the fireball stays down, then this had to end sooner than later.