human
Chisha:  In her hand was a perfectly ordinary tree branch; she almost seemed to stand at total ease, appearing highly vulnerable. And yet Chisha found himself swallowing hard, his cheeks stiff. He realized that she was a wild animal, just like Cecils. "I'm not the kind to do physical labor myself."
gpt
Arakiya:  "? I’m Arakiya. For the princess’s sake, I fight.” Her answer was utterly brief—but that itself spoke to her deeply rooted, immovable loyalty.
human
Chisha:  Chisha sighed deeply. In that case, they weren’t going to get anywhere by talking. He settled into a fighting posture with his iron fan, while behind him, Vincent’s soldiers likewise readied their weapons. “I myself and these soldiers behind me fight for another, but with the same dedication. I’m afraid I don’t plan on participating in anything so inefficient as a duel. You must forgive me.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “Um…?”
human
Chisha:  “To put it succinctly, I intend to overwhelm you with sheer numbers,” Chisha announced, and the soldiers took this as their order to charge, which they did with gusto, screaming and shouting.
gpt
Arakiya:  Arakiya’s eyes went wide. She glanced behind her at the battling siblings—Prisca wielding the Bright Sword gleefully, Vincent receiving her every blow and responding in kind. Arakiya stepped forward, intent on preventing any interference. “Difficult things, I don’t understand. But this is for the princess. For the princess, I would die.”