human
Witch:  “Still, I do have another way." She said and snapped her fingers.
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Oscar:  Cold danger ran along Oscar’s nape. He ducked down, and something went whizzing over his head. Jumping back up, he saw that it was an entirely ordinary sword floating in the air. "Ah. You’re going to use a physical object since my barrier can repel magic." Oscar muttered.
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Oscar:  As if in answer, the hovering blade changed direction in midair, and then the sharp tip came rushing at him again. He parried it away with Akashia. Immediately, another sword appeared right to his left. Somehow, he managed to twist himself and dodge away so it couldn’t run him through.
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Witch:  “Your reflexes are quite good. I wonder how many you can dodge?” The witch said in a clear, ringing voice. She smiled as she manipulated the array of weapons—regular ones that were not made of magic. For a second, her smile appeared more self-deprecating than anything, but that could have just been Oscar’s imagination.
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Oscar:  A third blade dived for his legs, and Akashia smashed it apart. Oscar leaped forward, evading more swords that came racing toward him from either side. As soon as he landed, he dashed for the witch. Another blade swooped in before him, however. Without slowing down, Oscar smacked it away with the flat of Akashia. He was closing in on the witch, whose cool expression remained unbothered. As he neared the final stretch, a sword jabbed at his left flank from a spot too close to avoid. Thus, Oscar grabbed the weapon by the blade. Pain cut through his fingers, but he tossed the sword aside. No sooner had he done so than sharp agony tore into his right calf. A blade had stabbed into it from behind. Seizing upon Oscar’s slowed pace, his opponent threw a second sword, which bit into his left shoulder. The pain nearly claimed his consciousness, but he kept going and made it to the witch. Oscar whipped Akashia up with frightening speed.
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Oscar:  “It’s over.”
human
Oscar:  Time seemed to slow to a crawl.
gpt
Witch:  The witch wore a wan smile. Was it resignation in her eyes?
human
Narrator:  As Akashia traced an arc toward the woman’s neck, an angry roar from the entrance to the room shook the chamber.
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???:  “Don’t kill her, Oscar! That’s your grandmother!”
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Narrator:  Everything stopped. He lost the will to fight. His grip on Akashia weakening, the king opened his blue eyes wide. The world was quiet, and only the witch dared to move as she fixed Oscar with expressionless eyes.
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Witch:  “You should dream of your childhood." She said, but he didn’t hear it. Oscar had almost no memories of his mother. She’d died when he was five. Surely, that was old enough to recall a few things, and yet he couldn’t. He was told she’d passed because of an illness, but he never felt sad about it because he was cursed so soon after.