Meats could end the dragonkin's life here and now, but this was no mission and he had no orders to do so. This was his personal affair, and what he would do now wouldn't interfere with his assinged goal and servitude unless he would be killed; of course, he was risking when sparing his foe, but chances were that he could always make his way in time if forced to - and the matter at stake was too important to cower in face of such some theoretical danger. 

To him, a warrior at heart, deeds said more than words, and his noble gesture was a message meant to challenge the views of his overly righteous adversary and show him the abyss of moral grey which lies between black and white. The very same abyss that had tormented him, both a merciless slayer who would devast all that stands in his way and a flame-hearted warrior which strives to establish order with his sword in a world plauged by egoism and hatered - years passed by, but doubt remained, and he had yet to answer himself, wether his deeds could be justified, or he had gone too far playing god and bringing people to their knees, tampering with their free will.

Perhaps the pure and valiant soul before him could answer this question, and that was a reason enough on its own to spare him - but first, there was a lesson of his own Meats wanted to teach Auron.

As his opponent rised to fight once again, as expected the stubborn person he was, Meats rolled his shoulders and puffed his chest, tuanting the injured Auron with his unscathed, barely scratched body. Deep in thought moments ago, but now gleeful and eager to carry on, he couldn't help but feel proud of his victory in their first clash. In fact, that could still be used to his advantage, and Meats, expecting Auoron to be wary of his explosive battle style, took on the most agressive stance there were: the Vom Tag, with his right foot leading and arms raised high. Slowly advancing, in the most intimidating manner possible, Meats would then stop within the dragonkin's striking distance, and try to bait him with a series of feints, quickly stepping in and out of his range.