human
Oscar:  At its forefront, a man clad in armor and armed with a longsword glared at Oscar with blazing eyes. Oscar regarded him with bemusement. The cavalry soldiers, so determined to fight, stood out among the lethargic dead. With a roar, they suddenly charged for the front line. The man in the lead was headed right for the king. With a shrill cry, he lifted his sword high overhead. Oscar yanked his horse’s neck aside and met the blade with his own.
gpt
Tauma:  His voice was a growl as he gave his name. “I am Tauma, a Cezar general. I know you to be the king of Farsas. You will battle me.”
human
Oscar:  “Sure, but… are you even alive?” Oscar jabbed.
gpt
Tauma:  Tauma gave an unpleasant grin. “Why don’t you find out for yourself? !” The man’s sword came whistling down for Oscar’s life, but he parried it handily and counterattacked. All around the two, mounted fighters on both sides clashed. Those mages mixed in were handling the corpses. The stench of blood and steel commingled over the plain. Deep down, Oscar was shocked by how skilled Tauma was with a blade. His technique blended strength with accuracy. Even in a regular battle, he would be worthy of commanding a unit. However, that was as far as it went. The exchange continued almost methodically until Oscar abruptly sped up his next thrust. Tauma narrowly evaded it, but he couldn’t dodge the one after. Akashia sank into the joint between the armor plates at his shoulder, and then Oscar poured strength and speed into cutting Tauma down from his horse.