human
Ricardo:  A broad, furry back appeared in front of Garfiel, shielding him after he failed to move in time. Ricardo had blocked the swords with his big hunting knife, using his torso to catch the one attack he’d failed to parry. “Gh, gaaah! That hurt, ya son of a bitch!” Coughing up blood, Ricardo pushed back with all his might, knocking away the swords. Taking advantage of the momentum, the war god leaped backward to gain some distance.
gpt
Garfiel:  Now that he had some breathing room, Garfiel shook his head and adjusted his stance as he stepped forward, lining up alongside the man who had protected him. “My bad, tha—”
human
Ricardo:  “This ain’t the time for that! Are your eyes workin’? !” Ricardo cut off his apology. “It’s do-or-die!”
gpt
Garfiel:  “Y-yeah, don’t have to tell me twice!” Hearing that, Garfiel tried to harden his resolve. “We gotta go all out just to have a shot at winning…” But even now, he was having trouble. His spirit was flagging like he was a drenched alley cat. Irritation, impatience, and a growing sense of self-loathing churned in his chest, almost as if they were trying to put an end to his miserable self. And his head was filled with a vortex of pointless thoughts, so maybe he really was trying to get himself killed. A powerful enemy was standing before him, one he couldn’t afford to take his eyes off of, and yet a corner of his mind couldn’t help but focus on the black-robed woman flitting in and out of view at the edge of his vision. Even though the city hall they needed to reclaim was right in front of him. Even though his comrades were up there waiting for them to come to the rescue. Even though every second longer he took meant another second of suffering for the girl he needed to help at all costs. “Hoo-ooooooooohh!” Recalling that bloody moment of regret sent his rage past the boiling point, and all the hair on his body stood on end. Goose bumps stood out for a moment before golden fur started appearing as he transformed into a beast. His body creaked as his bone structure changed and his small body grew larger. He would stifle all his unnecessary thoughts, all his self-hatred—everything—and become a tiger to obliterate the foe standing in his way. Transform, Garfiel Tinzel. Mow everything down. If you can do that—
human
Woman:  “—But will that really undo everything?” All of a sudden, a bewitching woman’s voice tickled his ears, penetrating the consciousness that had been on the verge of dissipating. It was a voice that shouldn’t exist. And just when it stole away his focus—
gpt
Garfiel:  “What? !”
human
Ricardo:  There was a thunderous boom from above, and Ricardo was looking up, eyes wide.
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Garfiel:  Seeing that, Garfiel looked up, too, his green eyes finding a scene that left him dumbfounded. Flames erupted out of the top floor of the building.