gpt
Balleroy:  The globe of light plummeted from overhead at a severe angle but was batted off course by a neat flourish of a saber. The luminous sphere bounced away with a crash like breaking pottery, and Balleroy whistled from his place in the sky. "Good arm, good eye, good hustle, good call. Ahh, so nice t’ have a worthy opponent." A knight was moving straight toward Balleroy. The man charged across the expanse of the plain, the forest at his back. This man of the Kingdom of Lugunica, who had called himself Julius Juukulius, was turning out to be a foe who merited genuine respect. His swordsmanship and spirit magic were both first-class. On strength alone, he probably could’ve risen to the rank of general second-class within the Empire. Perhaps he could have reached an even higher station. Excepting, of course, the fact that the way Julius fought was too honest and courteous.
human
Balleroy:  "In the empire, victory goes to him who wins… Compared with that, your kingdom chivalry is just a lotta nonsense." If they were to cross swords in one-on-one combat, even Balleroy might’ve had trouble overcoming Julius.