human
Mogro:  "Surprised. Little more serious.” With that, Mogro brought an upraised arm down at Julius.
gpt
Mogro:  The knight dodged it by the skin of his teeth, the ground beside him exploding at the force of the impact. But Julius himself had never been Mogro’s target. The general had sought to tear up the ground itself. “Wha—? !” The instant after his fist landed in the earth, Mogro began to spin their huge body at an incredible speed as they drilled down to the ground. They moved through the soil as readily as one might swim through water—and they were still holding Ferris.
human
Julius:  Julius adjusted the grip on his saber and called out, “Reinhard!” He was going to give up his fruitless attacks on Mogro.
gpt
Reinhard:  Reinhard, still fighting with Groovy, instantly understood what Julius wanted and came flying over. They switched places as Reinhard landed a kick directly on Mogro’s torso.
human
Julius:  Having traded opponents, Julius’s blade met Groovy’s hatchets head-on. “Grmf.”
gpt
Mogro:  Steelfolk bodies were most at home underground, but Mogro found theirs flying through the air. To think that this human had launched them so effortlessly, despite the fact that the metal creature weighed many hundreds of pounds. It was a feat that painted Reinhard as much more than a swordsman. Reinhard was indeed a knight of utmost ability, but the so-called Dragon Sword he carried was the most powerful blade in Lugunica, a treasure he chose to draw only against the most extraordinary opponents. Thus, Reinhard frequently fought empty-handed. The kick he had just delivered demonstrated he was well justified in doing so.
human
Groovy:  “He’s got the crazy-red hair, the crazy kick… Even I didn’t expect the Sword Saint to be such a tough mother!”
gpt
Julius:  “Surely, you can think of a better way to put it than that. Such vulgarity doesn’t suit him.”
human
Groovy:  “I ain’t gonna say it again! I ain’t even listening to you, shithead!” Groovy’s weapons again clashed with Julius’s own. Like Mogro’s whirlwind fighting style, Groovy’s two-handed approach seemed to be more wild instinct than honed technique. Perhaps he had developed and trained his sword fighting in combat, based purely on what worked best for his body—but no, Groovy wasn’t using a sword. What the hyena-man was doing couldn’t even be called sword fighting.
gpt
Groovy:  As they slashed at each other, Groovy flung his hatchets through the air, immediately drawing his next weapon. From his belts, he produced a pair of glove-like things that covered his fists. He let fly with one metal-covered fist, and Julius intercepted it with the butt of his sheath.