By the time he finished speaking, he had already taken action and launched dozens more weapons out of thin air. They rained mercilessly down on Richard, who held both the new sword he had taken and the one he had come with.
They were slightly faster and more numerous than the previous attack.
Richard weaved between the weapons, planting his feet on the chunks of rubble they flung up and using them as stepping stones to leap high into the air.
“Since I’m risking my life for this joke, I’d like another favor from you!”
Then, twirling like an acrobat, he unleashed a weighty series of strikes.
“What I want isn’t blood on your weapons.”
“Oh-ho...”
“It’s to leave just a little scratch on your magnificent armor.”
Evading the oncoming swarm of deadly blows, Richard changed direction in midair.
He completely changed course without a stepping stone of any kind.
Although he must have been under considerable strain, he contorted his body still further, adding the force of his rotation to make his sword reach the golden Heroic Spirit.
Seeing that, the scowling Heroic Spirit drew the sword in his own hand.
“So, you, a mere gladiator, weave magecraft!”
The golden Heroic Spirit parried the nearly-surprise attack and dropped to the roof one level below the belfry, glaring at Richard, who held one of his treasures.
He did not shout angrily or lose his composure; his tone remained one of rebuke for a lack of courtesy.
“No, that wasn’t me.”
Richard judged that he was still unable to so much as bring the golden Heroic Spirit down into his arena and readied his swords again, grinning provocatively up at his opponent.
“It’s a little joke my retinue played on you.”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 5, Chapter 14 ("Gold & Lions 1")