Bless Xehanort and his One Healing Spell. Tidus feels the effects as the spell hits, some sense of relief to his arm, but now isn't the time to be giving thanks. He's focusing on this running, and for however smart it may be or isn't, he's actually following Xehanort's lead than looking for his own. He was further away, so it makes sense to! And he doesn't want anything to happen to him and the one he's gotten stuck lugging around.
What a sight.
There's a roaring from behind them, but a lagging too from the fiend, Tidus notices. But he's really not interested in sticking around or slowing either, as smaller versions of its flames and fireballs are eating around the road - the big downside to making this illusion pissed, apparently. So he puts some extra oil into his sprint as Xehanort turns for the alley, hand smacking against the wall as he runs on in, getting his other shoulder to knock into concrete.
"This is where we could do with those stupid transgates!"
You know. Just for some very valid complaining. WHERE'S THE MAGICAL TELEPORT TO THE PARK WHEN YOU NEED ONE.
happens all the time, nothing new
What a sight.
There's a roaring from behind them, but a lagging too from the fiend, Tidus notices. But he's really not interested in sticking around or slowing either, as smaller versions of its flames and fireballs are eating around the road - the big downside to making this illusion pissed, apparently. So he puts some extra oil into his sprint as Xehanort turns for the alley, hand smacking against the wall as he runs on in, getting his other shoulder to knock into concrete.
"This is where we could do with those stupid transgates!"
You know. Just for some very valid complaining. WHERE'S THE MAGICAL TELEPORT TO THE PARK WHEN YOU NEED ONE.