human
Grimm:  As soon as Grimm realized what was happening, he demanded his shaking feet to move, to take one step after another, and ran after Wilhelm.
gpt
Grimm:  “Grimm! You too? !”
human
Grimm:  “I’m bringing him back! I’m going to bring Wilhelm back! He can’t die on us yet! This army still needs him!” His feet pushed into the dirt. His body felt heavy as he struggled to stay upright and advance.
gpt
Tholter:  A hand reached out to stop him, but the fingertips only brushed him and fell short. “Grimm! Don’t you die! You damned idiot!” Tholter’s condemnation was also a bold encouragement.
human
Grimm:  “You think I’d die? I’m just a coward!” Even Grimm barely understood what this meant, but his friend’s shout gave him strength. A warm emotion filled his heart as he chased after Wilhelm.
gpt
Grimm:  “—” Breathing hard, dust in his eyes, stepping over the bodies of his fallen comrades, Grimm immediately began to regret his decision. He always did. Whether he had run after Wilhelm or not, he was sure he would have regretted the choice. But now, for once, he put it aside and kept running. He had his shield up but realized he had lost his sword somewhere. Most likely, it had been when he’d fallen after that first impact. It didn’t matter. Who needed a sword when the boy ahead of him was ten times the swordsman he would ever be? A fresh geyser of blood, a death rattle. Grimm had lost sight of Wilhelm, but he was easy enough to find—just follow the noises of battle. Grimm crested a hill, jumped over a rift in the earth, wove around corpses he couldn’t even identify as friend or foe. Finally, swallowing hard, he caught sight of a faint gleam. In front of him, the ground gave off a dull glow. The shimmering lines formed a geometric pattern.
human
Grimm:  “Is this what a magic circle looks like…?” Grimm wasn’t one for the mystic arts himself, nor was he familiar with the glow of mana. Even in the capital, magical devices like crystal lights weren’t universal, and rare was the individual with the talent for such techniques. The demi-humans as a race were more magically inclined than humanity, and one result of that disparity was the trap the humans had fallen into in this battle—or anyway, so the bits and pieces he had heard suggested. At the sight of the faint glow from the magic circle, Grimm experienced a wave of the greatest fear he had yet felt.
gpt
Grimm:  “Err— Gh— What…? What is this feeling? I hate it! Go away! Go away!” He rubbed the back of his own head vigorously, hoping to banish the terror. It was a habit he had developed ever since that first battle had taught him to fear. But he hated doing that, too, and began kicking at the magic circle with his feet in an attempt to erase part of it. Almost immediately, the glow faded until the shape was just a scribble on the ground.
human
Grimm:  “Huh?”