human
Minerva:  With one determined step forward, which left a crater in the hill, Minerva slammed her fist into Typhon’s face. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say it hit like a cannonball that could crush whole boulders. However, the instant her fist came into contact with a living thing, the force of her blow changed from being destructive to healing—and so, only the momentum of the impact remained. With an explosive roar, Minerva’s strike sent the young Witch’s childlike body flying. However, while she had managed to overcome the obstacle, it was not just Typhon who’d taken damage. The right arm Minerva had swung with cracked like a shattered glass window. The Witch of Pride had deemed her actions evil; this was the result of being touched by her judgment. The pain of having lost her arm made Minerva turn her face up toward the sky, opening her mouth wide in—
gpt
Minerva:  "—Piece of caaaaake—! !" —what was decidedly not a scream of pain. The Witch of Wrath was so sensitive to the suffering of others that she put her own aside no matter what. Her calling Subaru’s methods twisted while stubbornly adhering to her own extreme ideals was truly the pot calling the kettle black.
human
Minerva:  “Anyway! With this, I’ll…!”
gpt
Sekhmet:  “Sigh…the next one to interfere…is me.” An instant later, a blow that came from straight above knocked Minerva off the hill. After her entire body was forced into the ground, Minerva left a human-shaped indentation on the grassy plain.
human
Minerva:  Lifting up her head, she looked toward Sekhmet with a face marred with rage. "Don’t interfere, Sekhmet! !"
gpt
Sekhmet:  “I can do no such thing, phew. Emotionally, I am on the boy’s side, sigh. You could probably say I’m also on Typhon’s side, phew. So you see, I have no reason not to interfere, sigh.”
human
Minerva:  Faced with Sekhmet’s declaration of opposition, Minerva resentfully bit her lip and scanned the area. Unfortunately for her, Daphne and Carmilla were maintaining their neutrality in this dispute, while Echidna was nothing but a detached observer awaiting the results. And Satella was—