Richard stopped caring about any implications that may follow after his actions, nor did he care much about a sword held by his foe. Even so, what could that tiny fucker possibly do to him? Nothing! He was invincible! He was unbeatable! He was special... a chosen one! After he beat some sense into that tiny fucker insulting him, Richard was confident that he would triumphantly stand atop Leo with Steel Sword in his hands.
Having had no opponent for the past month and equipped with a special ability, his self-confidence was overflowing. Just a moment ago, he was just too cautious so as not to bring trouble upon himself since he wasn't foolish enough to believe that he was the only special one. But when there was someone seeking trouble with him, Richard couldn't just ignore it.
