human
Subaru:  Blood from Subaru’s head wounds seeped into his eyes. He raggedly wiped at them to clear his red-tinged vision. He’d already lost count of how many times he’d been knocked to the ground. His left eye was already swollen shut; he tasted too much blood to tell if it was just his lip, or if the inside of his mouth was cut, too. He didn’t really feel the pain. He wasn’t sure if the aching had become so great that he had grown numb or if it was the adrenaline soaking his brain. It was probably a number of things. But what was driving the pain from Subaru’s mind was pure anger.
gpt
Julius:  “How about you finally acknowledge your own limitations?” His handsome face was still untouched by a single speck of dust or a single drop of sweat as he calmly swayed the tip of the frayed wooden sword he had used to beat Subaru to a pulp.
human
Julius:  “Surely by now you are painfully aware of the difference between us, and how grievously you insulted me by treating the word knight with such casual contempt?”
gpt
Julius:  “I believe going any further may put your life in jeopardy.”
human
Subaru:  “…Like this much is gonna kill someone. Don’t talk about it like you know.”
gpt
Julius:  “You sound as if you have prior experience.”
human
Subaru:  “I know more about it than any man in this world.” Shaking his cut, throbbing head, Subaru sluggishly lifted up his weapon, raising his voice as well. The instant he brought Julius into range, the tip of his wooden sword cried out as he raised it for a swing—
gpt
Subaru:  “There is no beauty in you.” A moment before Subaru was about to unleash a downward strike, a blow struck his right wrist—his sword hand. The sharp smack sent his wooden sword flying, and Subaru’s eyes instinctively followed it.