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Ferris:  “Go get ’em!” Ferris cried, and Julius made for the clash with the wind at his heels.
gpt
Julius:  Sniper shots tore up the earth mere hairs behind the man as he sped across the difficult forest terrain. The enemy was highly capable, but it wasn’t enough to stop Julius. Perhaps they knew he was the greatest threat, though, because the incoming shots quickly shifted to target to him. Even as he evaded blasts from all four directions, Julius was relieved to know he had gotten the attention of the snipers. Now Ferris would be free to do his healing work. All that remained was for Julius to play his part. Shots grazed his cheek and the soles of his feet, allowing the knight to see that the attacks were colorless globes of light. The projectiles were simple spheres of mana, not imbued with any element. That made them akin to the non-elemental attack of Groovy’s magic knuckles. However, these marksmen proved much more refined than that, aiming specifically for Julius’s hands, feet, and vital organs with almost unbelievable precision. Their speed was far greater than that of a heavy bow, and the sniper’s ability to target a moving enemy seemed almost inhuman. The notion floated into Julius’s thoughts that this assassin might be another of the Nine Divine Generals. They were Volakia’s most capable fighters, after all. If so, then at this moment, there was only one person who would deliberately take aim at His Majesty… “Balleroy Temeglyph!” The man was not testing Julius’s skills or trying merely to incapacitate him. The knight of Lugunica was involved in a genuine duel with one of the Nine. Picturing himself in a sort of joust against one of the empire’s best fighters, Julius felt his heart tremble. Would his own abilities prove enough for such an opponent?
human
Julius:  “” Julius was said to be the third strongest of the Knights of the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Lugunica. Though he was ranked just after Reinhard and Marcus when it came to strength, the purple-haired man was all too aware of just what a distant third place it was. His abilities were still growing, and Julius didn’t know how well he could match one of Volakia’s strongest. Thus, whether he quaked with excitement or terror, neither could be certain. However, there was one thing Julius was certain of.
gpt
Julius:  “This arm of mine, gripping this sword. It burns in this moment.” He felt the weight he bore, and he knew the awe in which he held his enemy. At times, he doubted his own skill with the saber and whether he had really earned the title he had been given. This battle would doubtlessly reveal the answer, or at least, the hint of one.