human
Roswaal:  Without preparation or word of warning, fiery missiles shot forth.
gpt
Ram:  A towering wall of ice immediately intercepted them. The sound of their collision rang out. A white shock wave flattened the trees of the forest, heralding that combat had recommenced.
human
Puck:  "—Guess we’re done buying time. Did that give your horn a breather?" Puck’s words, spoken with a deft wink the moment before she leaped, left Ram mentally clicking her tongue.
gpt
Ram:  She’d told him that she did not want him to worry about her; the little cat proved a poor listener. What annoyed her more than anything was the frailty of her own body that made the short rest just now a lifesaver. But what of it? She would never breathe a single word of complaint about her body not being in tip-top condition. What gave her any right to complain if she did not give it her all? If she lost without her feelings ever reaching him, she could whine and make excuses as much as she liked in the afterlife.
human
Ram:  “—!! El Fulla! !” Tightly clenching her teeth, she swallowed her frustration and readied her staff. Timed with an explosion of the ground, she flew into the air, touching her feet against a large tree’s trunk to invert her posture as she converted her mana, unleashing it as blades of wind. There was no lethal intent behind her attacks. However, even if she aimed to kill, it would not have resulted in as much as a scratch regardless. Roswaal’s response to the mighty blow was skilled and delicate.