"I hit you with my glove, not my fist! That is how one starts a duel!" Now this whole thing has gone the completely wrong way. Guillaume has taken fencing lessons. He knows how to duel. He doesn't know how to brawl like a common street thug.

His eyes go to the glowing green hand and he feels sick. Those people who came through the rift: demons, some call them, or they at least consort with them. He can't allow Christine around such an individual.

"I am going to fight you for the hand of Christine. You'll be lucky if I leave you alive at the end of it!" A bold claim, but he's a bit of a performer. Plus confidence is key, because a guy with a demony glowing hand just punched him. Guillaume is trying not to wet himself right now. Act brave and bravery will follow.