human
Reinhard:  He chose to twist his waist and hip, changing the angle of his strike in midair.
gpt
Cecils:  "Wha—? !" With a crack like a whip, the foot that had been coming for his chest was suddenly aimed at Cecils’s delicate neck. “…!” The impact robbed the Divine General of consciousness, and the man’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. The swordsman fell to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.
human
Vincent:  Vincent seemed a man apart, neither openly surprised nor particularly crestfallen. "And what did the two of you hope to accomplish? Numbers and skill have both failed you. If you insist on expending your lives in this attempt to recover me, I will not stop you, but…"
gpt
Groovy:  “Damn it, you don’t have to spell it out! Mogro!”
human
Mogro:  “Understood. Acknowledged. Groovy.” Mogro secured Cecils, propping him against the Steelfolk’s own massive body.
gpt
Groovy:  Groovy, scowling, pointed across the woods. “You win this one, ya bastards. But if you harm a hair on His Majesty’s head—well, I’ll cut you up till that hair is the only thing left! Till even the animals won’t eat you!”
human
Ferris:  “Ferri thinks that makes it sound a lot safer to finish you off right here.”
gpt
Groovy:  “Yeah? I’d like to see you try, you pointy-eared punk!”
human
Mogro:  “Please don’t. Safer for us. I think so.” Mogro tried to calm Groovy’s attempt to put up a strong front.
gpt
Vincent:  “Groovy, Mogro. Tell that fool to use his first- and second-best swords in any future incidents, and that another defeat will not be tolerated. And next time you show up, act like you know what you’re doing. This is of great consequence to me.”
human
Groovy:  “…Yeah, you got it, Your Majesty.” Groovy nodded disconsolately at the emperor’s parting words. Then Julius and the others fled the field, not dropping their guard.