human
Pruning Force member:  “Destroy Vincent Abelks! For Lady Lamia!”
gpt
Pruning Force members:  “For Lady Lamia!” With a collective roar, the Pruning Force launched its attack against the enemy fortifications.
human
Narrator:  In concert, the rest of the combined army began advancing quickly on the Abelks castle. Even as their combined footsteps became a rumble and then seemed to shake the very earth, the Abelks forces did not move.
gpt
Someone:  “Brace yourselves!” someone shouted, and the first wave broke upon them.
human
Someone:  “Ahh! Good spirit I’m seeing here. I don’t disapprove—in fact, I like it!”
gpt
Narrator:  At that instant, the men in the vanguard had the impression that a breeze had blown past them.
human
Pruning Force member:  “Oh…” Struck by a sudden unsteadiness in their vision, many members of the Pruning Force stopped in their tracks and put their hands to their heads. They dropped their shears, trying to hold up heads that were suddenly heavy. But it was no use. For the necks that should have borne those heads had been sliced clean through.
gpt
Narrator:  Unable to support their heads, they tried to cry out in vain. But before they could even fall to the ground, the rest of the unit, still charging from behind, slammed into them and trampled their bodies before finally, their erstwhile bodies parted ways with everything above the neck. Only then did the others realize that the vanguard had been cut down—but it was too late.
human
Someone:  “You need all kinds of speed on the battlefield. Quick intuition, quick judgment, a quick sword arm.