human
Garfiel:  After his momentary brush with death, Garfiel advanced instead of giving ground, smacking the face of impending doom away. Both his arms were spread out wide, catching his opponent by the torso and flank. Her bones and viscera squelched as powerful hands twisted wherever they found purchase.
gpt
Garfiel:  “” In his ears and before his eyes, a cacophony of bestial roars came from every direction. Anguished cries, screams, and his own yells mixed together. These overlapped with the sounds of metal crashing and scraping against steel. Sound and light were so muddled that it was hard to tell what was even happening. But Garfiel didn’t care. The resistance he felt, his gnashing fangs, and the bloody smile he caught glimpses of were all genuine. The brute force of his attacks were making the killer before him spit blood, staining her pleasant smile so much that it was more black than red. Yet, even as she weathered those brutal attacks meant to rob her of life, the pleasure never left the woman’s black eyes. Garfiel instinctively felt that more than her combat ability, more than her vitality, it was her mind that was the most dangerous part of her nature.
human
Garfiel:  “—Yah!”
gpt
Garfiel:  “Gaaaaah! !” A short breath was answered by a howl. The woman’s left arm was removed, and the wicked blade it held vanished from Garfiel’s field of view. Immediately after, there was a series of high-pitched sounds—first behind her, then reflecting off the wall, bouncing off the ceiling, striking the floor, and from there, the wicked blade flew right at Garfiel’s back. After a moment of indecision, Garfiel decided against turning around as he focused his attention on the woman as she prepared to attack with her right arm—allowing the deadly blade to bury itself into his right shoulder, momentarily locking him in place. The lethal attack was about to land.
human
Garfiel:  “—?! !” That was when he kicked up the remains of the two-headed snake between him and the blade aimed at the back of his head. The corpse kept the keen edge from slicing into him, but the blunt force was still effective. The blow dazed him and knocked him into a spin, creating a fatal opening—or at least it would have had he not poured all his strength into his feet beforehand. With the blessing of the earth spirit, he propelled himself off the floor in a single leap. Garfiel’s unexpected behavior and counterattack caught the woman by surprise. In the span of a few moments, he swung his left arm in a low arc to grab the woman’s face—a left arm growing explosively as it became a monstrous limb. Using partial transformation, he tore at her face as if to rip it right off.
gpt
Woman:  “Gyahhhhh—! !” The clawing left intense gouges, stronger and deeper than the one that had once smashed her face. The five finger-blades carved deep inside her skull, making even that woman scream and slowing the movements of her feet.
human
Garfiel:  “Raaaagh!