He expected this, from the both of them. And while it might come as a surprise should they ever read him correctly, Roland is actually excited to test his skills out against their combined might. Where they would come together for jokes and catching him off-guard, he knows that they're forces to be reckoned with in the field of battle. What more if they're in tandem, trying to get him to lose his own bet?

So even as the magic spell hits him hard, or that he sees them catch up to his periphery with grav-con and agility, he's undeterred. Yes, Roland slows significantly. Yes, his limbs suddenly grow heavy, and whatever lead he's earned for himself with the hookshot to the trees has passed as both Inigo and Tidus begin to overtake him. The fight was not over, not yet. He wanted to keep going, wanted to keep up with them at the disadvantage he's spurred from two teens whose only goal now is to destroy one president.

His solution to the Slow spell is not as refined. But it provides him ample practice for his gun mechanism, as he shoots the carbon hook as long as the metered cable can allow him. His goal though, was nothing but the largest, sturdiest trunk of tree the hook can reach, and when he's gotten that momentum, he does it again: retracts the gun as fast as it can reel him forward.

He's moving now, attempting to catch up again, with the soles of his shoes dragging against the ground, the grapple pulling him to catch up. A jungle jetski, almost!

"Still here!" he says, animatedly, with a grin.