It's a comforting gesture, one that Tidus easily recognises; the kind of support from a teammate in a blitz game. He's trying to steel himself for what he's witnessing, the faces of people (what's sometimes present, not always is). He's gone up against people before, as much as he would've avoided it, but this is- this is something else.

And raising and pointing the weapon in his hand is difficult, so for as short a time it's out - it's gone again. His stomach is a sinking pit, but he steels himself, brings in his hand to conjure a spell.

"Fiends I can deal with," he grits through teeth, "not-- dead people!"

And he unleashes a thunder spell, a spark of a bolt appearing above head and down on the ground that some warriors try to step into. It catches one and knocks them back, not entirely off their feet, but it does delay them and the other with them, making them easier pickings for Soldat.

"This is sick!"

He's said as much already, but he'll say it again, whatever helps him feel like he won't burst inside out.