human
Bordeaux:  His head was heavy, and his hands and feet seemed to move too slowly. No matter how greedily he gulped the air, he couldn’t seem to get nearly enough oxygen to fill his lungs.
gpt
Libre:  “I told Valga that even if he gave ten times as good as he got to the humans, we would still lose,” Libre hissed, flicking his twin blade. “I suppose this is his answer. If he hurts you a hundred, two hundred times as badly as you hurt us, you’ll sing a different tune!”
human
Bordeaux:  “Don’t be stupid!” Bordeaux bellowed, supporting his weight with his battle-ax. “You could slaughter each and every soldier on this field, and we still wouldn’t give in to the likes of you!”
gpt
Libre:  Libre frowned at the noise and indicated the gasping soldiers with a twitch of his tongue. “Pride is all well and good, but will you not be satisfied until both sides are completely annihilated? This is why I hate brutish, barbarian men. It’s impossible to have a productive conversation.”
human
Pivot:  “Are you trying to suggest you’re looking for one?” This remark came from Pivot, whose face was slowly turning blue. A cold sweat was running down his cheeks. “What is it that you want from the outcome of this battle?”
gpt
Libre:  “What else? Peace. Not to be mercilessly picked out and murdered and trodden underfoot. We demi-humans want to know we’ll be able to live out our days in peace. That’s why we fight.”
human
Pivot:  “…That’s not what we’ve been hearing from Valga Cromwell.”
gpt
Libre:  “That fool’s little speeches are altogether too extreme! …But he talks that way because of you humans. And I pour all my sympathy upon the flames of his hatred. It’s one more reason why we will see you defeated and force you to come to the bargaining table.” Libre turned away from Pivot’s gaze and pointed his weapon at Bordeaux. “I despise the idea of killing immobilized knights, but I am going to use you heroes to break the will of humanity. When they hear Zergev Squadron has been destroyed, their morale will die with you.”
human
Bordeaux:  “…You think…we’re going to go that easily? !” Bordeaux rasped.
gpt
Libre:  “I assure you, it pains me to do this. But I am Libre Fermi. I embody the anger of the demi-humans, and I shall show you humans my fangs regardless of my personal wishes! Bordeaux Zergev, this is where you die!” Libre’s sinewy body leaped at Bordeaux. His twin blade spun overhead in a deadly storm and closed on the huge human with the intent to end his life.