human
Bordeaux:  “Wh-what the—? !” Two humanoid figures fell with the rest of the rubble as the floor suddenly vanished from beneath them. The shout belonged to a badly wounded Bordeaux. He pushed the butt of his battle-ax against the wall to lessen the force of his descent. It allowed him to avoid a fatal impact, even though he still hit the ground hard.
gpt
Bordeaux:  “Hrrgh… Th-the great hall? How did I get here…?” Bordeaux shook his head and looked around in confusion.
human
Libre:  This other person was tall and covered in scales—it was without a doubt the serpent Libre Fermi, stood up slowly as though it didn’t feel its wounds.
gpt
Sphinx:  “I believe this is what they call ‘turning the tide of battle.’” Her magic had been deflected, but as a result, she had gotten reinforcements in the form of her most powerful undead warrior. The witch moved to Libre’s side and thrust out her right arm in front of the silent warrior. She pointed at Grimm, who had fallen to one knee, and at Roswaal, who stood with her fists up.
human
Sphinx:  “You have the numbers, but I have the strength. Libre. This requires your attention. Starting now, you will fight, and I will support you as you—” Sphinx found herself cut off before she could finish giving orders. The reason was a sword blow. And it came from the most unexpected of places—right beside her.
gpt
Sphinx:  “…Wha?” Her right arm, which had been pointed at Roswaal, went tumbling freely through space. She had never expected to lose her other arm in this way. Now the witch was truly hemorrhaging. She turned toward Libre.
human
Libre:  Brandishing the twin blade, the undead Libre Fermi looked at the witch and dropped his weapon. Now they could see he had a gaping, critical wound in his chest, inflicted by a battle-ax. The zombie Libre Fermi had already been defeated by Bordeaux Zergev.
gpt
Sphinx:  “Impossible…,” Sphinx breathed. “In your last moment, did you fulfill…your final vow…?” No sooner had she spoken than Libre lost what remained of his existence. The slender body crumbled into dust, leaving only its robe, and the flesh was now nothing more than a pile of ashes. The strongest of the demi-human warriors, who had been used and exploited even after his death, was at last well and truly gone.
human
Roswaal:  “Looks like the tide’s turned back, Sphinx,” Roswaal said coldly.
gpt
Sphinx:  “—!” The witch had now lost both her undead warrior and the arm she had been using to cast her magic. She had no more options, and for the first time, something like panic entered her face. She did the only thing she could still do—she used her levitation magic to float from the great hall toward the corridor to escape.
human
Sphinx:  “—!