human
Renart:  The third one tripped on a tree root and fell to the ground. Crawling forward, he looked back and begged in vain, “Someone save me…”
gpt
Renart:  Muttered to himself, “Mother pleaded for the very same thing…” No one came to help her, however. They had killed her in cold blood. So why did they want to live now?
human
Renart:  Renart hummed an incantation, and a blade of wind appeared.
gpt
Man:  The man saw it and feebly shook his head. “Please… I don’t want to die…”
human
Renart:  Renart looked down at the man, lifting his summoned sword. Thoughts of his mother’s last moments and of ten years of hatred came rushing back. All of that would finally end here.
gpt
Renart:  He narrowed one eye, he heard the man sobbing. His right hand was hot from the magic he’d manifested. The time he’d waited for was finally here. He’d dreamed of this—the end of the vision seared onto his mind. There was no cause for hesitation. That was why… And yet— For some reason, he just couldn’t manage to bring his summoned blade down. Renart stared at the trembling man. And a command fell naturally from his blood-caked lips.
human
Renart:  “…Go.” He lowered his hand. The blade made of magic vanished. “Go! Don’t let me see you again! Get out of here!” At that, the man rushed to get to his feet and took off deep into the forest. Renart buried his face in both hands so he wouldn’t see this. He took a deep breath to calm his agitated breathing.