gpt
Valga:  “Do you truly believe you can win, human? !” Valga Cromwell, the giant, howled.
human
Wilhelm:  “Win, lose, I don’t care,” Wilhelm, the Sword Devil, answered. “Just so long as I get to cut you down.” And then the final battle began.
gpt
Wilhelm:  He twisted to dodge the fingers. He was exhausted, every inch of him wounded. His endurance and strength were near their limits, yet he seemed more agile than when he had been in perfect health. Like a candle that burns brightest before it goes out, everything that was not necessary to his life had been stripped away, and he felt polished, clean. His doubt had been dispelled. He had shrugged off all those invisible weights, and Wilhelm’s heart and body both felt light.