human
Cecils Segmund:  "Oh, Cecils, awake, safe." The young man in the blue robe got up off the ground as he suddenly found consciousness rushing back to him. He looked around hurriedly to discover a massive, brown wall looking down at him—Mogro Hagane. Cecils Segmund blinked at his comrade—he never could tell what Mogro was thinking—and tilted his head, wondering what had happened. A lancing pain in his neck was quick to remind him. Cecils had fought the young, red-haired man, taken him on head-to-head…
gpt
Cecils Segmund:  "I lost? Me?! Me, defeated by that nobody?!"
human
Groovy:  "Whaddaya mean, 'nobody'? That was Lugunica's Sword Saint."
gpt
Cecils Segmund:  "Sword Saint? You mean the one said to have cut down a dragon?! He's still alive?!"
human
Mogro:  "That story, four hundred years old, first Sword Saint. That boy, a descendant. But still, a monster." Groovy and Mogro shared a moment’s annoyance with Cecils’s startled misapprehension.
gpt
Groovy:  "Yeah." Groovy nodded, confirming Mogro’s stilted words. "Can’t believe all of us got hung out to dry, geez. Three of the Volakian Empire’s Nine Divine Generals, done in by one nasty little shit!"
human
Cecils Segmund:  "‘Done in’…? Oh! Speaking of which, where’s His Majesty? What happened to him?! When you said ‘safe,’ did you mean—?"
gpt
Groovy:  "That we completely turned the tables on ’em and got the emperor back? Friggin’ hell, don’t make me laugh. We had to watch those pricks walk away with him. Was like we weren’t even there."
human
Cecils Segmund:  "His Majesty, taken. Knights of the kingdom desire war, truly." Cecils had looked at his own, quaking hand when he asked to confirm the whereabouts of the absent Vincent. The generals, utterly defeated? A situation as bad as could be imagined? The emperor of Volakia, gone? It was almost too much to take in. This was all because Cecils had failed to match them as an opponent. For the first time in his life, he felt humiliated and powerless. The swordsman ground his teeth in shame. When he’d heard that knights from Lugunica were responsible for Balleroy’s murder and the emperor’s abduction, he’d been fired up. Cecils had casually assumed that the incident would give him something to do.
gpt
Cecils Segmund:  "We have to get His Majesty back immediately. I have to confess, I assumed I would’ve beaten them easily, but I wasn’t thinking hard enough… Do you suppose this is the worst thing that’s happened since His Majesty assumed the throne?"
human
Groovy:  "You just realizin’ that now, dung-for-brains?! Listen, the man told us to get the other generals and hunker down in the capital! Goz's in charge now, the old nut!"
gpt
Cecils Segmund:  "Arrrgh, awful, this is awful, this is the worst thing!" Cecils flailed on the ground, angry over his belated understanding. After a moment’s wailing, though, he gave a long, deep sigh.
human
Cecils Segmund:  "Phew, nothing like a good bit of yelling to calm yourself down… Now, if there’s one major problem, it’s that all the soldiers in the imperial army put together couldn’t best that red-haired Sword Saint."
gpt
Mogro:  "Calm, suddenly. Proof, where?"
human
Cecils Segmund:  "Simple deduction."