human
Goz:  Evidently, Count Pendleton had readied his household troops, and battle was joined.
gpt
Goz:  "I’ve no intention of giving you much time,” Goz picked up his own favored weapon, which had been waiting at his side. It was a manner of what was called a mace—a long, two-handed shaft with a large, round metal ball on the end. He hefted it easily, though it must have weighed over two hundred pounds; then in one great leap, he jumped over the heads of his soldiers, landing in front of them and lashing out with his weapon, the mace sweeping away the enemies who blocked his path.
human
Goz:  "Stand down! We are here on His Excellency’s orders. Any who stand in our way will be considered traitors along with Count Jorah Pendleton!” His voice, loud enough to shake the air, sent fear through the count’s troops.