Don't go stabbing anyone? Blitzball rules are pretty lenient, Roland surmises. But it's the underwater part that's tricky, so even as he tries to mimic the motions he knows of land sports - the bouncing of a ball against the top of his head, or landing on the pad of his knee - water will make everything heavier. Slower.

Suddenly, something clicks in his head. He stops and looks at Tidus with an admiration glinting in his gaze, his smile all too genuine despite the straying finger resting beneath his chin.

"...You really are the ace, huh?" He says out of the blue, as if things fell into place at last. Perhaps he's thought about this before, like when he introduced earth sports to Tidus for the first time. But at Tidus's breakdown of blitzball now, at this moment, it occurs to Roland that only a very talented person could do moves underwater and still earn their team victory. He shakes his head, a chuckle following suit.

"You did that spin and kick move back at the gym. I assume that's one of your pro moves? All that while holding your breath for what, an hour? Heh. That's pretty damn amazing. I don't think anything from my world can come close to that level."

He lists off at the top of his head, quietly - baseball? Figure skating? ...Competitive gymnastics? But none of them are underwater...