gpt
Swordsman:  "I guess it’s about time." He brushed his blue hair away from his forehead with a few fingers, then picked up his pace, almost gliding toward a narrow side street. Fetid air washed over him from the dim alleyway. It was amazing how the atmosphere could change so drastically from one street to the next. Ugliness hidden by beauty—that was the Dragonfriend Kingdom of Lugunica. "The empire is much easier to understand; that’s what I like about it. Everything you plan, everything you do—it’s all about decapitating your enemies. Always clear about what you’re up to—that’s how violence should be."
human
Voice:  "What are you babbling about, Bro?" A voice called out while the kimono-wearing man was rambling at the wall in a portentous voice.
gpt
Narrator:  The young man turned around slowly to see the mouth of the alleyway blocked by several figures. Altogether, they made fourteen, too many to stand abreast in the narrow alley. It was foolish, the way they lined up in depth. The men all possessed fearsome auras, though; they were clearly no strangers to violence.
human
Swordsman:  "Ah yes, applause and catcalls I welcome, but I must admit I would be all the happier if they could come from some women. What do you think, my friends?"
gpt
Narrator:  There was muted laughter among the men at this nonchalant greeting.
human
Man:  "We think it don’t matter what you think. There’ll be some screaming before this is over, though. From you."
gpt
Narrator:  Now the young man withdrew his hand from his kimono with an appreciative sort of chuckle.
human
Swordsman:  "There’s nothing I like better than a bit player with conviction—but may I assume you’re acting on your own judgment? I must think you’ve been told not to touch me."
gpt
Man:  "Fancy you, knowin’ all that. Yeah, he told us to keep our hands off you, but what the hell—all work and no play, right? If we can go ahead and put you to sleep, it’ll all be over in a jiffy."
human
Swordsman:  "Yes! That’s the answer I was looking for. Then allow me to respond in kind!" Laughing aloud, the swordsman in foreign dress took a step toward the defenseless ruffians. No sooner had he done so than each of the men drew something out of their pouch.