human
Garfiel:  "For instance, employing water and wind magic to cast the sound of my footsteps into the distance…”
gpt
Garfiel:  “Yeah? Here’s what I gotta say, Third-Rate.” Garfiel turned, seemingly intent on leaving the hidden chamber, as the young man stood to bar his path.
human
Garfiel:  "Ya ain’t got what it takes for this role.”
gpt
Young Man:  “—Guh, ugh!” The blow to his solar plexus elicited a trickling moan from the young man as he proceeded to crumple, spewing the contents of his stomach.
human
Garfiel:  The punch had avoided his vitals. That was Garfiel’s show of mercy and restraint. "That’s payback for the little trick with the footsteps earlier. See ya.” Leaving the fallen young man those words, Garfiel hurried, racing out of the facility.