human
Vincent:  “I chose to go to that place because of the pulse in my Crystal Palace.”
gpt
Julius:  “Pulse, sir?”
human
Vincent:  “I do not intend to share the details with you. Nor have we the time to do so.”
gpt
Julius:  “The time—” Julius frowned, wondering why the ruler of Volakia would mention the time, or lack thereof. Suddenly, his spirits, which had been patrolling the area, simultaneously sent him a warning. Wind and fire—both presences were approaching in some form.
human
Vincent:  “There, now put on a good show. Before I turn my back on you.” Vincent said to them with a sadistic smile.
gpt
Julius:  Almost before he finished speaking, Julius looked up and discovered an enemy overhead. A ball of hostility raced toward them from far above the trees.
human
Enemy:  “Yaaaahhhhhh! !” A faint scream passed above, coming from something revolving at immensely high speed. Spinning on its side, the enemy looked like a silver disc—and it was heading straight for Julius…
gpt
Julius:  “Shi—!” He brought his knight’s sword up in a flash, meeting the disc in midair. Steel met with a metallic sound and sent through the earth a sharp shock wave that Julius could feel in his soles. He felt the vibration shaking all through his arms. He had managed to avoid the ambush at the last moment. Julius swept out forcefully with his still-tingling arms, shoving his enemy backward. His opponent landed on the ground on all fours and stared up at him from a low stance. There was both vigilance and hatred in those eyes.
human
Enemy:  “Ahhhhh, friggin’ shit! That hurt, ’ey! ’Ey, ’ey, ’ey, ’ey! ’Ey! Damn it all!” The vulgar tirade came from a demi-human small enough to be taken for a child. His entire body was covered in brown fur, some speckled with black. His mouth was full of sharp fangs, and he had a face similar to that of the dog-people—he was a young hyena-man. His eyes flashed with rage, and his entire body seemed to clatter with metallic sounds. It was likely because of the veritable armory of weapons hanging from the belts all over his body. It seemed to be the demi-human’s copious fur that kept the blades of his own weapons from harming him. No, there was another reason: namely that he was immensely skilled in the handling of all the tools he carried. He exuded an almost feral presence—simple, but not to be underestimated. This was the spirit of a monstrously powerful warrior.
gpt
Enemy:  “Gah, damn it, that friggin’ hurt… Aw, hey, Your Majesty! Shit! Old Goz was right; you Lugunican shits are no slouches—but damn!”
human
Julius:  “A hyena-man covered head to toe in weaponry… Master Groovy Gumlet, I presume.”
gpt
Enemy:  “Nghaaa?! Screw you, knowin’ so much about a guy!” He scratched his head and snorted angrily. But he didn’t deny it. That was as good as admitting that he was indeed who Julius thought he was.
human
Reinhard:  “Your Majesty, this man…,”
gpt
Vincent:  “…Seems to be known to your friend there,” Vincent replied. “One of the Nine Divine Generals.