With a shrug, Roas frowned slightly. "Not really, I'm a Mercenary, not a knight. I've spit on my fair share of weeds too. Honestly, I don't know what the Hell is going on. Didn't stay for the speech, don't know what a Tarvin is, and as far as I can tell, you can't really die out here, so I guess I can't fault you on your behavior." He stretched the muscles in his neck by tilting his head to each side. "So it seems I might as well make the most of it. Do me a favor and don't hold back, I don't want to kill you too quickly by accident."

With that, the Warrior kicked off the ground and charged forward, swinging the sword down to his left side as he ran. When he would reach his target, Roas would plant his feet firmly against the ground and attack with a wide, horizontal strike at waist level, aiming the tip of his blade only inches past the fire spirit's body. If the attack connected, it could very well separate the chest from the abdomen completely.