"Great!" Famous last words. Tidus drops the tone and takes the last few steps to bring them together, Gibber already following when Tidus calls: "Gibbs, into place!"

He grabs onto Roland's sleeve; not harshly, but a good grip, as if following up on that I'll hold your hand offer seconds ago. But there's no need to bring attention to it, his other doing its thing of balling up in front of his chest, a small burst of air around him while Gibbers starts to glow.

"Ready, set-!"

Already by those words, the ground pushes them or - or water does, a disc of it, Hibber-Gibber the Hopeful disappearing as liquid into its spherical that grows. Tidus juts out his arm, his hand, thrown in direction.

"--Go!"

And they're flying with speed, a knock as the air first collides them at their new speed, but nothing that'll topple them over. There's fresh air and wind blowing in their face, but this ride is steady, a tail of water that leaves a splatter of their direction taken.

Behold, Roland: They have been practising.