human
Balleroy:  The dragon had thrown its partner from its back before the rainbow caught them, saving him. Balleroy understood this, too. Hence, why he shambled straight past Julius, to where his beloved dragon lay. The man was there beside his partner for the last few seconds of its life. “Thanks fer everything, Carillon. Tell Miles to wait for me.” Balleroy patted the still creature on the nose, smiling gently at it. Then the warrior rose to his full height and heaved a sigh.
gpt
Balleroy:  “Sorry t’ keep ya waitin’. Ya didn’t have to.”
human
Julius:  “A master was saying farewell to his beloved companion. I have a land dragon of my own that means the world to me. I would not wish to be so uncouth as to intrude on this precious moment.”
gpt
Balleroy:  “Keh! Look who’s Mr. Noble… But I guess I oughtta thank you. Givin’ me a moment to see Carillon off proper. Now listen…” Balleroy turned, his blue eyes looking straight at Julius. His hair was a mess, and blood trickled down his forehead. He had escaped the knight’s spell, but he had fallen an awfully long way, and he looked the worse for it. The general’s pale face and copious sweat spoke to his internal injuries and broken bones, as well. This much was clear; if he didn’t receive treatment immediately, he was done for.
human
Balleroy:  “…Don’t go saying I gotta ask you for healing, or anything like that. Things are what they are. Ain’t a doc in the empire who can fix me up now. Even if there were, I’d refuse.”
gpt
Julius:  “But why would you…?”
human
Balleroy:  “You really gotta ask why, sir knight? It’s easy. This is the empire, I’m one of the Nine Divine Generals, and you’re my enemy.” Julius had assumed this contest settled, but Balleroy spoke with strength. In his hands was his spear, his favored weapon, and he spun it with dismaying speed as he took up a fighting stance. This was not a man to be dismissed, even at the edge of death. Balleroy had begun his rebellion against Emperor Vincent with the utmost determination. Even if his life was to be saved now, if his mutiny failed, all that awaited him was execution.
gpt
Balleroy:  “So you’ll fight to the bitter end, in forfeit of your very life?”
human
Balleroy:  “Nothin’ so high-minded as all that… Let’s just say I don’t know when to give up. All I want is to get this spear to my aim. That’s all. That’s all I want.”
gpt
Julius:  “Your aim…?”
human
Balleroy:  “’S right. The Sword Saint’s throat.” The tip of the spear exuded a murderous intent, and Balleroy’s aura grew sharper than before. Julius sensed his immovable pride as a warrior and took a moment to admire the man. Then, a beat later, he took up a stance with his own saber, prepared to fight.
gpt
Julius:  “As a warrior myself, I acknowledge your skill. But Reinhard is my friend."