human
Goz Ralphone:  Soldiers in golden armor surrounded the mansion of Count Jorah Pendleton.
gpt
Goz Ralphone:  The troops with their golden armor felt no unity, not a shred of cohesion.
human
Goz Ralphone:  In a unit where people measured each other’s humanity in terms of their chosen weapons, it was impossible to keep the peace.
gpt
Goz Ralphone:  It was something more obvious, more concrete. Namely: power.
human
Soldier:  "The troops are in position, General Ralphone."
gpt
Goz Ralphone:  "Mm, good. Everyone, fall back!" Goz dipped his chin meaningfully.
human
Goz Ralphone:  The troops surrounding the mansion, Goz not least among them, carried themselves soberly.
gpt
Goz Ralphone:  Goz closed his eyes briefly in a moment of genuine pity, but he swiftly shook his head, sweeping the feeling away.
human
Goz Ralphone:  He straightened up to his full, imposing height and stepped forward from the line of his troops. He sucked in a deep breath and bellowed, "Count Jorah Pendleton! You’re under arrest on charges of treason!"
gpt
Goz Ralphone:  With that, gold-clad troops broke down the front door.
human
Goz Ralphone:  "And so we strike!"
gpt
Goz Ralphone:  No sooner had the golden troops entered the home than a furious clash of swords resounded from within.