human
Julius:  From there, in a position that was almost lying on the ground, Julius spun his long legs, kicking at the back of his opponent’s head.
gpt
Stick Swinger:  The man dodged it with nothing more than craning his neck slightly to the side, but he leaped far away from Julius’s break-dance-style movement. "That was more my style. Gimme more of that good stuff."
human
Julius:  "I do not have time for your blather! Out of the way!" It was an overwhelming difference in strength. Even fully knowing that, Julius still roared, charging toward the man. Despite such an intense barrage of attacks, he had not let go of his knight’s sword, and it lashed out like a snake. Even driven by righteous fury and a sense of duty, it was a beautiful and elegant attack. It was possibly the most advanced attack he had learned as a knight.
gpt
Subaru:  Subaru could not begin to guess how many weeks and months of hard work, sweat, and blood it had taken to learn. And yet…
human
Stick Swinger:  “What’s this? Don’t make me laugh. Get serious. Are you really trying? If this was you really trying… Talk about a serious letdown.” The thrust was stopped, the slash was deflected, the series of attacks were all swatted aside, and the finisher was finished. All the swordsmanship that Julius had built up, all that he had trained as a knight—they were all beautifully, terrifyingly, cruelly twisted about by the man who called himself Stick Swinger and his two chopsticks. With just those two sticks, he trampled all over half of the life Julius had lived. "That ain’t it, kid. What are you doin’ fightin’ by yourself? That ain’t your style. That’s why you’re boring."
gpt
Julius:  "I…!"
human
Stick Swinger:  "If you wanna go to your woman, then have at it. Go cry in her lap, goddamned useless, ugly swordsman." For just a second, an emotion appeared on Julius’s face. Rage, hurt, despair, regret? Whatever it was, though, it wasn’t something someone looking in from the outside could know.
gpt
Julius:  Julius’s sword flashed, tracing a silver path it had repeated tens of thousands of times before. And yet, in a way that was clear for anyone watching to see, it was an attack filled with doubt. The next instant, the flowing chopstick easily cut his steel sword in half—with a light snapping sound, Julius’s knight’s sword broke in two. Julius’s yellow eyes watched in shock as the end of his sword went flying. What broke just now wasn’t only his sword.
human
Stick Swinger:  "Go to sleep." With that venomous blast, a horrifying iron fist hit Julius directly in the side of the head. It was the most simple, fundamental sort of violence in the world that was nothing but the body—a weapon that had existed since the time before humans knew how to use tools. The merciless attack hit Julius’s face hard enough to dash his handsome visage.