gpt
Tris:  The fireplace poker crashed into the wall with an earsplitting screech. Tris shuddered, having narrowly evaded it. She probably wouldn’t still be conscious if it had hit her. She quickly distanced herself from the groundskeeper as she restarted her interrupted spell. "S-stones of ice, shards of white—”
human
Groundskeeper:  The man lashed out before she could complete the magic, however. The poker came crashing down, and she instinctively shut her eyes. Her blood ran cold as death felt imminent. But nothing hit her skull.
gpt
Tris:  Gingerly, she opened her eyes—and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Juliya?”
human
Juliya:  The girl who had hidden behind Rudd now stood before Tris, her arms crossed and a fierce glare on her face. The poker had stopped in midair—no, magic had caught it. Tris hadn’t heard any incantation, however. Juliya wasn’t even an academy student; she was just a girl from the town. Tris still hadn’t figured out what was happening when Juliya said to her, "It’s suicide for a mage to fight at such close range." The coolheaded remark felt at odds with the childish register of her voice. Juliya extended her right hand toward the man. "Break apart." As if it knew that those two words constituted a spell, the poker crumbled to pieces. Heedless of Tris, who was still rooted in place, Juliya waved a hand. "Eir, come here."
gpt
Eir:  In response, the strange man appeared silently beside Tris. He pushed her by the shoulder.
human
Eir:  "Go on, fall back. I took my eyes off you for a second, and you landed yourself in a heap of trouble."
gpt
Tris:  “Wh-why are you…?” As she stumbled, Tris realized something. Only one person could command the spirits of Tuldarr. Once she understood what that meant, she was left astonished. “Wait, you’re…” Juliya’s silhouette wavered for just a moment, and then she was no longer there.