Tidus does find it in him to bite on his emotions, to turn his brain off (actually impossible, but he's trying) and just waste that energy into spamming with his magic. The thunders are weak for it, a means of stunning than anything to down them - and fortunately, it doesn't take much more work for the Orange-goers to get the equalisers up, for the world around them to start dissipating. The smoke and smell of blood and more still sticking to Tidus even as it goes - as all they have is the red-orange sun above their heads.

He wants to retch once they're out, but a dazed dizziness makes the sensation come and go.

No one's come through the distortion - none of the locals - and he might be glad about the fact, if he wasn't busy pressing stars into eyes with the bottoms of his hands, trying to inhale a satisfying breath that's always just out of reach.