human
Fourier:  “A dress! Makeup! And jewelry! Flowers and cooking!”
gpt
Crusch:  “—ngh.”
human
Fourier:  “Crusch! Kneel before meeeee!” / The wooden swords groaned with the force of his blow, splinters flying from the blades. Both weapons were at their limits. But the fight would be decided by which of the participants gave out first. Fourier bellowed as he pushed Crusch back step by step, blow by blow. His lovely face was red.
gpt
Crusch:  “…Ah.” / As she found herself pushed up against a wall, Crusch cast her amber eyes on Ferris. They looked at each other, and it seemed to him like she was asking for something, but he didn’t know what.
human
Ferris:  “Lady…Crusch…” / Fat tears rolled from his round eyes and down his cheeks. The next moment, there was a crack as the wooden sword finally gave way, and part of the broken blade skittered across the ground. The one blade that remained more or less intact was pointed at the chest of the loser.
gpt
Fourier:  “…All that, and still I cannot outdo you.” / Fourier spoke with strained breath, still holding what was left of the hilt of his sword. He looked at the ground, his shoulders trembling. He might have been crying. A sigh. Disappointed, but not despairing. But everyone’s shoulders slumped as they realized he had not prevailed.
human
Crusch:  “No, Your Highness. I’ve lost.” / Crusch shook her head gently. The sword in her hand was broken down the middle as well. She tossed the useless blade to the ground. "You still hold your blade, Your Highness, while I have cast mine aside. The victor should be clear…indeed, has been clear since your battle cry shook my spirit—I have lost this contest.”
gpt
Fourier:  “—” / Fourier was absolutely silent.
human
Crusch:  / Crusch knelt down, ignoring the dirt that got on her, and placed her hands on the ground. The gesture was that of offering a sword—it was one of utmost respect and loyalty. “You have indeed fulfilled your former promise. I, Crusch Karsten, have met Your Highness Fourier Lugunica in combat with the sword and have been bested. I shall put on women’s clothing, then.”
gpt
Fourier:  “Er…ahem. Will you, now? I…I see.” / Fourier’s response to Crusch’s solemn words was halting and unsteady. He nodded once, and then his tall frame began to lean backward, until finally he fell spread-eagle on the ground.
human
Meckart:  “Your Highness?! Oh no! Felix, tend to His Highness!”
gpt
Ferris:  / Ferris was rushing over to Fourier long before the astonished Meckart ordered him to do so. He slid his knees under the head of the collapsed young man, supporting the prince’s body weight as he used his healing magic. “Your Highness, Your Highness! Stay with me—! Your Highness!”
human
Fourier:  “Heh-heh! Did you see it, Ferris? Did you see my…great…victory…?” / Healing magic would cure his wounds, but it wouldn’t restore the strength he had lost.