human
Tinasha:  "Don’t fall back right away, Tinasha."
gpt
Tinasha:  "Urgh." Practice sword in hand, the witch parried blows from a similar weapon. She advanced toward her opponent’s left. Leaning forward lightly, she attempted to knock him off his feet. Her blade was repelled with a soft clink, however. It went flying out of her hand, rotated several times in midair, and landed some distance away. "Oh, that was close." She said, clutching her numb wrist as she eyed the fallen sword.
human
Oscar:  Oscar rested the flat of his sword on Tinasha’s shoulder as he drawled, "Put up a barrier to repel anyone who might get close. I don’t want stray swords impaling people.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “All right." She agreed, and she jogged over to retrieve the weapon. After checking her wrist, she took hold of the hilt and assumed a fighting stance again.