human
Subaru:  “My contractor is an amateur, and it has been four centuries since Betty has been in a real fight.”
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Beatrice:  “And?”
human
Subaru:  “One might call this an appropriate handicap.” Beatrice smiled impetuously as the clacking fangs pressed upon them all at once. Stepping forward as if to greet them, Subaru gave a thumbs-up to Emilia as she stood behind them.
gpt
Subaru:  “Me and Beatrice’ll send that horde packing. Emilia-tan, take down any that slip by us, ’kay? !”
human
Emilia:  “—Understood—leave it to me!
gpt
Subaru:  So the rest is up to you.”
human
Subaru:  “Yep, we got this.” The rule was to assign the right person to the right job. It also reminded him about the saying that the happiest wives were the ones whose husbands were well and often away from home. Emilia exhaled deeply behind him as mana surged all about, forming an icy, defensive line. Standing in front of the zone of freezing cold, Subaru stood face-to-face against the demon beasts filling his vision. In contrast to its adorable appearance, the Great Rabbit was ferocious, its very existence odious. Twice, he had lost his life to those fangs. His fear of slipping away as he was devoured was difficult to forget. But—
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Beatrice:  “Are you scared, I wonder?” —as Subaru held his breath, Beatrice posed the question with a composed expression. Seeing her eyes and the profile of her face told him more than mere words—they told Subaru exactly who was with him then and there.
human
Subaru:  “Nah. I’m not scared.”
gpt
Beatrice:  “Oh?”
human
Subaru:  “I have Emilia behind me and you beside me—gotta say, best feeling ever.”
gpt
Beatrice:  “As it should be.” Beatrice smiled wryly. Meeting her adorable, smiling face, Subaru donned a wicked smile of his own. The Great Rabbit Horde raised a disturbing howl, leaping all at once toward the pair, who wore bold, fearless smiles. Faced with that attack—no, that act of feeding—Beatrice and Subaru raised their joined hands, her left, his right.
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Beatrice:  “First, how about a minor test, I wonder? —El Minya.” The moment the chant was complete, a vortex formed in midair, summoning purple-colored crystals all around the pair. The gleaming crystals, which were shaped like icicles, resembled the purple arrows Beatrice had used on a previous go-around to skewer Elsa; it was a spell she’d called her specialty. Yet, the sheer number of arrows loading the sky was incomparable to what he had seen before. Targeting took but an instant. Locking on to the heads of every demon beast that made up the Great Rabbit Horde, the purple arrows shot forward at the same time. Each missile found a skull, slaying every one of the demon beasts. Their dead bodies turned into purple crystals, like the arrows that had felled them, then shattered, unable to withstand the raging snow. The world of white was filled with glimmering purple fragments. With a single blow at the outset of the battle, the Great Rabbit vanguard was nearly annihilated.