The Guardian, who was going by Roshan, hadn't tested his combat skills this way before. Hand to hand combat should be something that he would know. He could feel it deep within as if it was a lost memory of time. There were so many questions left unanswered. But since he's made from the Light he's always fought within it. This guy seemed to really want a challenge. Roshan could give it to the other. He would at least try to give a good fair fight. The Guardian wouldn't go down easily. It will take a lot to knock him down. But he might be able to knock down Jesse McCree without cheating or try to at least. He could accidentally use his melee ability swing of force push. However, that ability will come with a fiery slap. If McCree sees fire he better go running the other way. Luckily Roshan isn't in his Stormtrance build. As a Sunsinger it'll mostly be fire based attacks if they end up happening.

He steps forward hopping up onto the railing to look at the bloodied faced man.

"All of your winnings?"

The question was asked in a deep voice that was clear and loud over everyone else. The Guardian would make his appearance known. He was dressed in his warlock robes that stood out against the Natives. They weren't like any of the Otherworlder's either. The warlock didn't wear his helmet today. He didn't seem to need it on most days. He would wear it during times when he was out exploring.