human
Emilia:  In spite of this, the young man bearing the brunt of that might from the front—the supposedly dead Regulus—made no move to retreat. His body displayed no wounds from events prior or even a single blemish. “You’re kidding…” Emilia could force herself to accept the fact that he had shrugged off Fortuna’s initial blow without a scratch.
gpt
Emilia:  If the gap in strength between two fighters was far enough apart, perhaps fending off ferocious, lethal attacks was indeed possible. But Geuse’s invisible attack was another matter entirely. Emilia had most certainly seen Regulus being slammed into the ground, unable to do a thing about it— Why wasn’t he wounded? He wasn’t even dirty. Regulus had some kind of trick that kept attacks—no, something preventing everyone from affecting him at all.
human
Emilia:  “Regulus Corneas…! !”
gpt
Regulus:  “How unpleasant. You, the one who refuses to acknowledge the Witch Factor, ignored its cost and forced it into yourself, yes? Is this not showing contempt for we who rightly hold our seats? Does this not wound my tiny yet unshakable self-esteem?”
human
Emilia:  “You may say it is futile, but I—!”
gpt
Regulus:  As Regulus spoke provocatively, his head violently snapped back from some invisible blow. But when Regulus returned his twisted neck to its previous position, once again his face showed no trace of the strike. The vile man merely grimaced in open displeasure, standing defenseless as he continued to be showered by Geuse’s attacks. Standing still and unguarded, he made no attempt to defend himself, yet even as his entire body sustained blow after blow, Regulus did not fall. The power Geuse had wagered some undefined thing to obtain was ineffective, yet he showed no sign of being daunted, either. Even if Geuse could not advance, he could slow his opponent down. He continued launching his attacks so as to pin Regulus in place.
human
Regulus:  “—This is going nowhere. During this time of stalemate, there seem to be developments where ‘you’ have gone.”