human
Pivot:  “…Do not…let Wilhelm die!” The yell inspired the other members of the squadron; they fought their immobile bodies to confront Libre and his twin blade.
gpt
Libre:  Libre's dulled movements succumbed to his dancing weapon, and one by one they spilled their blood upon the battlefield.
human
Wilhelm:  “…Stop…” Wilhelm had fallen to his knees. Pivot had protected him, but he was still injured. The swordsman watched Zergev Squadron being dismantled one man at a time in front of his eyes, and he couldn’t even stand up.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “STOOOPPP!” He howled with all the emotion that roiled within him. Was Libre its true object? Or was he shouting at his squad mates, protecting him at the cost of their own lives? He himself didn’t know. His voice echoed cruelly as the twin blade continued carving up his squadron. The pile of bodies grew.
human
Libre:  "You’re good men, all."
gpt
Libre:  “…Why has it come to this?”
human
Grimm:  "Damned if I know. But I’m sure of one thing: We won’t let Wilhelm be killed. Because he is the sword of the Kingdom of Lugunica!” Grimm tossed aside his own blade and raised his shield, blocking Libre’s blows. This was the fruit of all the time he had spent on the defensive, and Grimm was able to resist far longer than any of the other squad members. But it was all relative. If it had taken only a single attack to fell the other men, it took five to reach Grimm.
gpt
Grimm:  “Ghhgh—” Grimm couldn’t move his shield in time, and the twin blade dug into his throat. Grimm’s eyes went wide at the critical blow; he dropped his shield and collapsed to the ground. Blood frothed from the wound, and the limbs of the Defender of the Shield twitched helplessly. And then a merciless blow descended from directly above him…
human
Wilhelm:  “Hrraaaaahhhh! !” Possessed by a killing rage, Wilhelm flung himself at Libre. The serpent was slow to respond to this unexpected counterattack, and the two of them tumbled to the ground, tangled together, and fell into a hollow. As up and down switched places, they beat at each other until they reached the bottom of the depression. Spitting blood and giving animal howls, the Sword Devil and the snake rolled to the place of their final battle.