human
Roswaal:  The source of the injury was Roswaal, who had dodged the beam of light and stepped in to deliver a punch.
gpt
Roswaal:  She shook her indigo hair, raising her hands as if ready to box.
human
Roswaal:  “Not everyone is affected by a magic circle in the same way. It’s a difference in our mana cycles. Simply put, the more adept you are at sorcery, the more susceptible you’ll be to a circle’s effects. It makes things simple. The worse of a sorcerer you are, the more normally you’ll be able to move.”
gpt
Sphinx:  “I had heard you were a specialist in magic, but this…”
human
Roswaal:  “I know more than anyone. I juuust can’t put it into practice. This generation, Roswaal J. Mathers, is completely and totally unable to use magic. That’s why I can kill you.” As she spoke, Roswaal took out a pair of steel gauntlets and put them over her hands. Her fists became weapons of steel; she was prepared to literally beat the monster before her to death.
gpt
Roswaal:  “From my youngest days, I was trained in the fighting arts, all for this moment. I hope you have a chance to admire my technique before I finish you off.”
human
Roswaal:  Roswaal stepped in with intensity, her blows slamming through the air. Any one of them, had it landed, would have been strong enough to crush a boulder, and Sphinx quickly found herself completely on the defensive.
gpt
Carol:  Carol gulped, enraptured by Roswaal’s fighting. The way she used her fists and the way she held herself unmistakably marked her as an accomplished practitioner, a genius whose natural talents had been honed over twenty years to forge the tremendous pugilist Carol saw before her. Roswaal had not been boasting nor exaggerating when she said she had trained since she was a girl. It was a fact. A kick that could have split a large tree in half caught Sphinx squarely, sending her light body flying sideways. Her youthful face slammed into the ground, and soon after, a gauntleted fist sought to pulverize her skull.
human
Sphinx:  “…This is beyond…what I imagined. My observation was insufficient.” In the blink of an eye, Sphinx was off the ground as she leaped into space. She wiped the edge of her mouth. Perhaps she had some internal injury, for fresh blood trickled relentlessly from her mouth.
gpt
Roswaal:  Roswaal’s lips twisted down contemptuously as she watched her opponent float in the air.
human
Roswaal:  “You’re going to run?”
gpt
Sphinx:  “I could also take pot shots at you from up here where you can’t reach me.”
human
Roswaal:  “—”
gpt
Sphinx:  Sphinx must have seen something in Roswaal’s glinting eye, because she decided to let caution prevail.
human
Sphinx:  “But let us cease this. I presume you have some plan prepared to knock me out of the sky.” The young witch danced through the air, leaving Roswaal and Carol farther and farther below.
gpt
Carol:  “Lady Mathers!” Carol exclaimed.
human
Carol:  “That villain—the witch—is getting away!”
gpt
Roswaal:  “I can see that,” Roswaal said, remaining calmer than her bodyguard.
human
Roswaal:  “But it’s no use chasing her."