human
Garfiel:  With every clash of steel against steel, there was a string of high-pitched sounds that seemed to be a woman’s cries.
gpt
Elsa:  “Gaaaaaa—!! !”
human
Elsa:  “Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Marvelous! Marvelous! Marvelousmarvelousmarvelous!” Flipping her body around like she was dancing, she aimed a curved blade at his vitals with no fixed path, flashing from up, down, right, and left.
gpt
Garfiel:  It almost seemed like some sort of extreme training, but every blow landed without any warning, infused with enough power to instantly end his life. The tip of the bent blade rent the air, surpassing sound as it swung with godlike speed. The seemingly supernatural, murderous technique was being countered by Garfiel’s own superhuman skill.
human
Garfiel:  Using the silver-colored shields attached to both arms, he chose to deflect rather than block the incoming blade. He kept redirecting the force of the woman’s attacks skyward, creating openings for counterattacks so he stood a chance at reeling in victory by force.
gpt
Garfiel:  Even that very moment, he guided a powerful blow aimed at his neck off to the side before sending a kick straight into the woman’s torso. Had Garfiel’s kick connected cleanly, it would have undoubtedly ruptured all her internal organs.
human
Elsa:  “I’ve already seen that one.” Her whisper was not a joke or a taunt, either. Every technique she witnessed in battle did not work a second time. Having already foreseen this second straight kick, the woman avoided it with minimal movement as she lined up her next attack: a backward slash with her blade. That blow, apparently intended to serve as punishment for foolishly resorting to the same technique a second time while fighting a powerful foe, hit its mark.
gpt
Garfiel:  “Rrrrraaa! !” In that same instant, Garfiel’s foolish kick slammed right into the woman’s face.
human
Elsa:  “—Ngh!” She bit down to suppress the groan of pain that threatened to escape from the back of her throat. Her knife had entered his right foot, carving his flesh all the way up to his femur. If he’d been even slightly slower, she would’ve no doubt sliced off the entire leg. But for that price, Garfiel had landed a clean blow on the woman.
gpt
Garfiel:  In the battle up to that point, Garfiel had grown to admire—and trust—the skill of Elsa, his foe. The excellence of her technique, her overwhelming combat intuition, the physical abilities she’d honed, and the impossibly fine control over her own body—few could claim to be as strong as this woman. He was certain that if he showed her the same technique twice, she’d definitely see right through it. It was this absolute trust in her ability that allowed Garfiel to land a direct hit on her.
human
Garfiel:  He was sure he’d torn the woman’s sultry face. Even if it did not end her life, it would leave her gravely wounded and unable to continue combat. But Garfiel did not let his guard down.