He could feel the roots receding from where he stood, could feel the pain that coursed through his opponent's body, and he would have smiled if he'd been capable of feeling smug in that moment. He wasn't though, thanks to the curse of his ability, and he simply crouched as the ground dropped and spun in a perfect circle as the roots shot toward where his heart had been, now striking only empty air as his sword arced around and severed each and every one. A small burst of air sent the pieces flying off through the trees, and Arty stood to fully face the lizard man. 

"I'll make you a deal, Godzilla. You stop using your magic..." He held up a hand as lightning danced across his fingers. "And I'll stop shooting at you. We can finish this skill against skill. How's that sound?"