[No doubt he was quick despite his bulk but Squall was smaller and obviously fast, if not faster. He had to keep up, moving his feet in quick succession as their blades rocked against each other, they seem to be at a stand still, both pressing back against the other and he smirks at the eyes narrowing, before there's a moment of surprise at Squall's almost forming something other than annoyance or resting bitch face.

That's what gets him knocked back, water splashing him in the face, boots crunching across the ground of their little overgrown with plants and vines arena, knees a little bent. Dust kicks up and he sees a rock to the left of his vision, that he kicks up and slams against the blade of his gunblade like a baseball bat, sending it sailing toward Squall. The rock is about the size of a grapefruit, but rough around the edges and grey.

As the rock makes his way toward him, he moves with it, getting to Squall's side once more. He tries a hard elbow to his side, just underneath his armpit in order to disorient and give himself an opening. He's not above fighting dirty, never had been. ]