"Here we are, Sir Rémy. Please, wield your spear so we can fight on equal terms," Georgios said, already holding his sword, stepping back a bit from the village. He couldn't go any further since Rémy couldn't leave the place where he was paying for his sins. "As I said before, I won't use my spear. My hands alone are enough to deal with you. You should be grateful that I'm taking this seriously." Rémy replied, snapping his fingers, wondering if St. George would be sad when he defeated him.

"As I've said, Sir Rémy, your arrogance is preventing you from leaving this place. Please, try to restrain yourself at least," Georgios replied, genuinely trying to help Rémy, but he wasn't making it easy. Georgios' words seemed to go in one ear and out the other for Rémy, who was oblivious to his own arrogance and believed his power justified it.

"Enough with the nonsense talk. Your words mean nothing. You don't understand me, and I won't waste my valuable words on pigs like you," Rémy spoke, with lightning-fast speed that the naked eye could barely follow, getting close to Georgios and throwing a right hook, but Georgios reacted in time.

Georgios stepped back; he could have attacked with his sword but chose not to. He tried to reason with Rémy again: "Sir Rémy, listen to what I'm saying. I want what's best for you, and there's no reason to hurt you. If you won't give up on fighting, at least take up your spear so we can have a fair fight." Rémy paused for a moment, feeling humiliated, and let out a rough laugh, responding with annoyance, "Fair? I see it's more than fair since my fists alone are more than enough to destroy a servant like you. Don't think you're anything special; my spear wouldn't even want to touch you, it would feel disgusted, just like I, its owner, feel the same."

Although he didn't care much about Rémy's insults, Georgios recognized that being offended in this way was quite unpleasant. Who in their right mind would like to be insulted? No one does. Georgios didn't like it either, but he said, "Sir Rémy, I'm trying to help as much as I can. It's true you didn't ask for help, and I won't judge you for being influenced by the village, just as I won't judge you because who am I to do so? But, one thing you should know, I will defeat you and shatter your arrogance." Georgios was done talking and now ready to fight with all he had!

"True, you don't have that right, but I have every right! The only arrogant person I see here is you! How can you even think you can defeat me? And then you claim that I'm the one being arrogant, huh!" Rémy replied, getting close to Georgios again. However, this time, Georgios didn't stand still. He attacked with his sword, intending to strike Rémy as deeply as possible, confident in his blessing that assured him he could. His sword almost reached Rémy's belly, but his hand was stopped.

"I thought you were faster. Seems I was mistaken. Well, I didn't expect much from anyone other than myself, did I? Like you said, you'll experience the greatness of my fists on your face." Rémy said, effortlessly holding Georgios' wrist.

Rémy didn't waste any more time talking; he showered Georgios with punches, and though Georgios tried to create distance, he was too close. Georgios felt an immense force behind each of Rémy's punches but still attempted to land his sword on Rémy.

"You're still trying to hit me? Your speed doesn't even come close to mine. Your great efforts are futile," Rémy said, landing a punch on the side of Georgios' armor. Despite the armor, Georgios couldn't help but feel pain in his ribs. "Oh, yes, how could I, someone as noble as I, not give you a piece of advice? If I were you, I'd consider cutting my hair, in case someone grabs it." Rémy said, grabbing Georgios' hair with his left hand, who didn't have time to react and saw the sky before hitting the ground.

"I hope you took my advice, which is so precious. I hope your ears heard what I said," stated Rémy, showing no expression but pride. He realized that, regardless of whether Georgios was a saint or not, the servant in front of him had no chance against him. "Sir Rémy... Honestly, I hope your personality isn't always like this, because I have to say, it's quite annoying. I've only been with you for a short time, but still, I can't help but feel uncomfortable, to put it mildly. I pity anyone who has to deal with your personality for years," Georgios said, getting up, feeling different from before but still standing strong.

"You're quite resilient, I must admit, though I'm not overly impressed. But it's quite an accomplishment for you, isn't it? As for what you said, don't worry. Anyone who gets to be with me will be immensely blessed just by being in the presence of someone as powerful as myself," Rémy replied, boasting and slowly approaching Georgios.

"Sir Rémy, it seems the only way is to defeat you or at least do my best. So, I tell you: fight with all your might, as you may end up dead... I'll show you my true power. Come on! Ascalon!" The sword in Georgios' hand shone with a golden light. "Sir Rémy, get ready, I'll show you the strength I possess," said Georgios, launching himself towards Rémy with a sword strike.

"He's faster now. I expected more, given how he was talking. Well, I can't expect anything good from anyone other than myself..." Rémy thought, landing a punch on Georgios' face. Rémy expected Georgios to at least be dazed, but that didn't happen.

"How? I hit you with force," Rémy said, confused.

"Yes, you did hit me. I thought you wouldn't be surprised by a mere servant like me," Georgios taunted. Rémy didn't like that at all and replied, "This feels familiar..." referring to the part where there was no injury on Georgios' cheek.

"Yes, it does, doesn't it? Since my Ascalon gives me invulnerability, it does sound familiar," Georgios said. "You're nothing but a mere copy, one that will never come close to my spear. It would be disrespectful to use it against you, to fight with a sword that is its copy," Rémy said seriously, clenching his fists a bit closer to his face and taking the situation seriously.

"Your arrogance truly is your downfall, Sir Rémy. You never learned never to underestimate anyone. That can cost you dearly, if it hasn't already..." Georgios replied. Rémy's eyebrows furrowed quickly, and he couldn't help but say, "Are your words implying something?"

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