human
Libre:  The scales resisted the steel for just an instant, and then his hand was severed at the wrist. But in that instant, Libre sank low to strike Wilhelm in the gut with his powerful arm. The boy’s ribs cracked, and his internal organs compressed as he was thrown backward.
gpt
Wilhelm:  The ground dealt him several unpleasant blows as he rolled, but he was still alive. He spat out a mouthful of blood and bile.
human
Grimm:  "Wilhelm!" Grimm shouted. "Damn it, I’m joining you!"
gpt
Wilhelm:  "D-don’t be st-stupid…! This one is mine…and mine alone!"
human
Bordeaux:  "That’s where you’re wrong. That snake is an enemy of our nation. Which means all of us!" Bordeaux said, positioning himself along with Grimm in front of the sputtering Wilhelm.
gpt
Narrator:  The other members of the squadron moved to surround Libre, cutting off his escape.
human
Libre:  "Goodness gracious," Libre said. "Attacking a wounded, heartbroken lady all at once? Aren’t you worried about your precious honor?"
gpt
Bordeaux:  "Take a look. Do we seem like much for honor to you? We’re all out of knightly virtues."
human
Pivot:  "And besides that, Libre Fermi, I happen to be aware that a missing hand or foot is no great loss to a snake person. You simply grow it back.”
gpt
Libre:  "My, my, an expert. It is awfully tiring, though."
human
Narrator:  Pivot, who had spoken, stood outside the circle. Libre held up his handless left arm. The cut was clean. The edges of the wound began writhing, and then the flesh assumed the shape of a hand in a spectacular display of regenerative power. The snake’s eyes looked in one direction and then another; everywhere, demi-humans were being dismembered and slaughtered. Libre looked sadly at the ground, then gestured at the squadron surrounding him.
gpt
Libre:  "You lot speak the language of power. You’ve trained yourselves to the utmost. And that boy there… Could he be the Sword Devil, I wonder?"
human
Bordeaux:  "Oh-ho!" Bordeaux said. "So even the demi-human commanders know the Sword Devil. You’re moving up in the world!"
gpt
Libre:  "Please don’t call me a commander. There’s no allure to that title; it’s not suited for me. Titles reeking of such manliness would make idiots like Valga happy." Libre crossed his arms and let out a long breath. Then he looked up at the sky. "I suppose even I am not quite a match for Zergev Squadron by myself."
human
Wilhelm:  "You and me, then! I’ll knock that head right off your shoulders—!" Wilhelm, breathing hard, stepped forward to demand the continuation of their fight.
gpt
Libre:  Libre only shrugged and raised his twin blade. "I would love to share this dance…but I believe the moment to call an end to things is coming. If you’ll so kindly pardon me."
human
Wilhelm:  "What are you—?"