human
Wilhelm:  “Ha-ha!” It was a good feeling. A good way of being. His heart and mind were both focused on combat more completely than ever before. Here, on the cusp of life and death, only he and Valga existed. Bordeaux and Grimm, although they had come to the chapel for this fight, showed no sign of intervening. Wilhelm was grateful to know that the purity of his battle would not be tarnished, but he also knew that the battlefield was his and his alone. The fingers tore up the floor, and a hand swiped at him, but he kicked off the wall and jumped to dodge it. The instant he hit the ground, he crouched low and began to run, putting the series of attacks behind him as he closed distance. He put worthless thoughts behind him, too, throwing himself undiluted into a contest of life and death.
gpt
Valga:  “Stand still, you stinking human—!” Valga yelled, unable to take precise aim at his constantly moving enemy. The basement room was sturdily constructed, but already no trace of its former elegance remained. Rebuilding it would no doubt take time and effort. The only part of the room that remained undisturbed was the wall behind Valga, on which was carved the seal of the dragon. It was not only the chapel that had suffered. The battle with Sphinx and the undead Libre would have caused destruction throughout the castle. Wilhelm had wanted to personally repay both of them, and he wasn’t pleased to have had vengeance snatched from him by interlopers. But if Bordeaux and Grimm were both safe, then perhaps he could live with it.
human
Valga:  Valga’s voice trembled. “Do you think you have the time to be looking at your friends, you sniveling—”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “I was just making sure they were out of the way. Don’t get all bent out of shape.” Wilhelm eliminated the last impure thing within him. Now, the Sword Devil’s awakening was complete.
human
Wilhelm:  “It’s time for you to pay!” he bellowed, spinning to dodge an enraged backhand. The move carried him closer to the giant. The monster’s hand reached out to grab Wilhelm as he drove at the creature’s chest, but the Sword Devil used the huge fingers as stepping-stones to jump closer still. At last, his outstretched hand reached Valga’s lip, grabbed the trapped sword, and made a sideways cut. The Sword Devil landed on the ground amid a rain of blood.
gpt
Valga:  Valga howled in pain and struck out at his enemy. Well aware of the incoming fist, Wilhelm changed his stance and took another swing. The horizontal swipe got under three of the nails on Valga’s right hand. Each fingernail was almost the size of a person’s head. With his sword lodged between the nails and the fingers, Wilhelm pushed, shattering the fingertips and tearing the nails from the hand. Valga could hardly make a sound, his throat constricted with agony, but as his body pitched backward the Sword Devil jumped in.