Roland looks back and nods, lightly jogging to reach the farthest troll. Eventually, they're side by side as Tidus moves himself, and while he spots his beloved ball faster than Roland, there is a glint in the slowly descending daylight that catches his eye. The steel pipe is laying underneath chest of a fallen troll, the one that charged them both at the same time. He grimaces as both his hands tug at the pipe; one foot pushing the shoulder of the monster away without much finesse as it finally loosens and lets the pipe go.

He pauses. Is it still alive? Still moving? A few seconds pass, and nothing. It's fine. Everything is fine. Calm down.

Roland dusts the pipe off with a downwards slash before he turns back to Tidus.

"You know, you can borrow that first if you want. I imagine it might be better to help with protecting Blue." The kids. Roland nods at his sword, if it was still out or even if it disappeared back into his own Arms. But the pipe is returned, regardless, an extra weapon just in case.