human
Julius:  "—Ngh." With a stunned grunt from Julius, the slash passed over the man’s head with great speed. To defend the opening this created, Julius spun his body and focused on summoning a Blade of Wind—except there was no support from spirits. There was simply an unguarded opening.
gpt
Julius:  "Kah!" The outthrust front kick directly struck Julius’s side. The toenails of his bare foot thrust into the gap between organs, sending a piercing pain lancing throughout his body. He went flying. He immediately leaped in the direction of the impact to avoid taking the brunt of the blow. However, he could not stop the penetrating force of the kick. His world spun, and the shock hit his brain with both pain and nausea as he slammed his leg down onto the onrushing floor, raising his head to not lose sight of the enemy. Straining his lungs painfully, he exhaled every last bit of breath still inside him. Completely emptying himself, he forced his burning lungs to remember what calm breathing was like.
human
Julius:  He exhaled, letting the breath completely drain out of him. With this, I can still fight. I should still be able to fight. The red-haired man was smiling at him about ten yards away. Leap in again. Chase him down, hit him with my sword. At least wipe that easygoing smile off his face. Then the real fight…
gpt
Red-haired man:  "Don’t get cocky. You think there are fake fights and real fights? You think this is some kid’s story?"
human
Julius:  “…Ah…” He was dumbfounded as the space between them vanished in the blink of an eye. More precisely, right after he blinked. The man covered ten yards in one instant, thrusting the sticks right at Julius’s nose. When he carelessly moved to knock them aside, they arced, delivering two attacks that landed at his chest and head. It was a visceral shock. The sharpness of the attack more than the pain itself drew his focus. Gritting his teeth, Julius desperately clung to the consciousness that was threatening to escape him and forcefully stepped down onto the floor.
gpt
Julius:  "Oooo, ahh!" Roaring deeply, he unleashed a semicircular slash at the man.
human
Red-haired man:  He gracefully evaded it, almost as if dancing, before slamming an elbow into the side of Julius’s head.
gpt
Julius:  Again, his consciousness wavered. And so he chose the attack that was most ingrained in his body. A simultaneous casting of fire and water, combined with a slash for a three-pronged attack—but it failed. His contract with the spirits was severed. So there was no support from fire or water, leaving only the flash of a sword that had been polished through so much training it had reached the level of art worthy of the title Finest. If the opponent were just a normal fighter, that would still have been enough to finish the job.
human
Julius:  "Bah." The pinnacle of knightly swordsmanship was easily deflected by a simple stick swung as a mere amusement.