OOC:
Yes, Rocha believes that he's under the effect of the spell. Thanks for the reminder, as well! ;)
Malkov reaches down to his belt and draws a thin sword from the sheath hanging there and rushes towards Rocha, his lips pressed into a tight line on his face and his eyes narrowed in determination. Vencerin leaps back from the soldier's rush, a wordless exclamation gushing from him.
OOC:
Move action to draw, traded Standard for Move to move to you. He be done.