human
Chisha:  "I am Vincent Abelks’s strategist, Chisha Gold.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “I am Princess Prisca’s dog, Arakiya.”
human
Arakiya:  Introductions complete, the two bosom companions of the participants in the Rite of Imperial Selection launched themselves at each other. But it was only a single clash, the contest decided in a blink. Arakiya approached Chisha, with his iron war fan, from the ground.
gpt
Chisha:  Recognizing the low attack, Chisha brought the fan down, slamming it into the girl’s head. Her silver hair, with its single lock of red, was stained with dark blood—at least, such was what Chisha had expected to happen. But the instant before his blow connected, Arakiya opened her mouth wide and swallowed a pinprick of light. Suddenly, she was gone; he couldn’t see her. As Chisha stood there with his eyes wide, Arakiya, still on the ground, kicked out at him. His slim frame lifted into the air with the impact, which almost seemed to pierce him. It ran through him from his back to his belly, Arakiya’s branch tearing through his torso and pinning him to the earth.
human
Chisha:  “Gah—hhh—” He wheezed. He coughed up a spectacular amount of blood, but with the branch holding him in place, Chisha couldn’t even collapse to the ground.
gpt
Arakiya:  Arakiya backed quickly away from him, looking toward him only to say, “There,” her fingers steepled. She turned to report to her mistress that she had vanquished the powerful foe.
human
Arakiya:  “Prin—” But a second later, a red light from above swallowed up Arakiya, along with the entire forest.