Tidus takes the weapon without delay, without much of an appraising eye. The weapon in his hand was comfortable than the pipe in the first hold, but there was the spell he was conjuring, even better now when he had blade.

"Move right!" He hisses, not wanting the troll to hear the tactic. But what could it, under the thundering of its own weight? It's hurried out, as Tidus watches its approach, waiting for it to get just where he wants, his hand swirling with the glowing lights as it does upon a spell being built upon. But there's little time between the command--the warning--and when Tidus throws out the spell, as the troll raises its club; a "Cool off!" called out as by where it places a foot, ice particles build and bundle.

Not trapping the troll, but certainly tripping it--and close to the pair, Tidus sprinting to the left and out of the way.

Down and for the count, and easy pickings to start slashing at. Now it was two against one, but from the other side.