human
Subaru:  Subaru had cuts on his upper arms, on his calves, his underarms, and even a few slight cuts to his neck, and as those injuries increased, Subaru’s gray tracksuit began to be stained with blood. “Damn, it hurts! Argh!! How about this? !” Even though the pain was enough to bring him to tears, Subaru swung a kick, trying to do something new to catch Elsa off guard.
gpt
Elsa:  “I’ll just take that.”
human
Subaru:  “…Damn.” Elsa had easily avoided Subaru’s kick and to top it all off, she had easily grabbed his leg. Elsa raised her kukri, aiming to lop off the whole leg. With the strength of Elsa’s swing, its speed, and the sharpness of the blade, Subaru knew what would happen next. His leg would be cut off at the thigh and he would die from shock as the loss of blood and pain overwhelmed him. Subaru could just see the words BAD END 4 rising up in front of his eyes. I shouldn’t have done that! Subaru’s thoughts screamed. He tried to raise the club to block, but with the handicap he was facing, with one leg held in the air, he wouldn’t make it in time. Not-Satella screamed. The cut would mercilessly reach his leg in moments. As Subaru thought of the pain and spilling of blood it would bring a scream rose in his throat, the blood he would vomit when…
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???:  A flame appeared, burning through the roof from the center of the loot cellar. "That’s enough." The flame was filled with a ghastly malice that swept through the room and stopped even Elsa in her tracks. Subaru’s leg released, he hopped back before falling down. Right before his eyes, in the middle of a rising pillar of smoke, he saw a red, burning, shining figure. "That was close. I’m glad I made it in time. Now…"
human
Subaru:  “Y-you’re…” The flame wavered and stepped forward. Its very existence was enough to make Subaru, Not-Satella, and Elsa all freeze. Taking in the gazes from everyone present, without being shaken one bit, stood an absolute sense of will. With sky-blue eyes shining with a pure sense of justice, the young man smiled faintly.
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???:  “I think it’s time to draw the curtain on this performance!” the hero declared, brushing back his red hair.