human
Grimm:  "Hrr…rrrgh…" Grimm gritted his teeth, trying to forget the image seared into his mind of the knight’s last moments. But that critical instant played against his closed eyelids over and over, fraying his nerves. In a trembling hand, Grimm held his sword, never once swung at a single enemy. The steel blade was so heavy he wanted to drop it. But to abandon his weapon on the field was unthinkable. Even if he knew full well he had no idea how to fight. To give up one’s sword was to give up one’s life. And he was afraid of death.
gpt
Grimm:  "Aaah—!" A gut-wrenching cry came from not far away, and Grimm almost choked as he tried to flee. Was it an ally or an enemy he had heard? He lacked even the nerve to find out.
human
Grimm:  "Guh…haaah…" Everything he encountered now seemed like an enemy. Not just people. He couldn’t escape the thought that the flames, the blood, even the howl of the wind were out for his life. He dragged his aching feet into a cloud of smoke. He couldn’t see what was on the other side, but that actually helped to calm his panic. Although he was hardly going out of his way to survive, the smoke would help hide him from any passing enemy soldiers and therefore might buy him just a little more time to live.
gpt
Soldier:  "I found someone! A human!"
human
Grimm:  "E-eyaaagh!" No sooner was he through the cloud than Grimm found himself face-to-face with an enemy holding a bladed weapon resembling a hatchet. The soldier’s huge body seemed to be all muscle; he was a violet-skinned demi-human who looked like a purple boulder. The demi-human eyed the wounded Grimm, and a smile came over his horrible face.
gpt
Grimm:  To Grimm, he seemed sadistic—a hunter who had found easy prey. By some fluke, Grimm had avoided death the first time. But his good luck couldn’t last forever. It appeared his first battle was going to be his last. Why, then? Why had he been allowed those extra few moments?
human
Soldier:  "This is the end for you!" His destiny was cursed.
gpt
Grimm:  Grimm fell to his knees as the hatchet came down at his head. Vaguely, he noticed that the weapon was already dark with blood from the other lives it had cut short; his was not likely to be an easy death. What a ridiculous waste of his last thought.
human
Stranger:  "Gyaaaah!" There was a piercing shout, and he saw sparks of steel meeting steel. The demi-human grunted as his blow was deflected, and suddenly, a new figure had come between Grimm and his attacker. The stranger had brown hair so dark it was almost black. Their thin leather armor showed copious amounts of blood, and their excellent blade reflected the flames. Amid the gruesome scene, the crest on the sword blazed before Grimm. It seemed impossible to him. The moment of admiration, though, was immediately dispelled by what came next.