human
Wilhelm:  Holding his sword in a reverse grip, he brought the blade down with all his strength. The blow smashed Valga’s collarbone, piercing into the flesh beneath—and a second later, the sword arrived at the scattered bones. As soon as he felt the sword strike something hard, Wilhelm kicked off Valga’s chin, driving the weapon down with his body weight. The sword acted like a lever, tearing through the flesh, though it was still caught in the bones. “Daaaaaaamnn youuuuuu!”
gpt
Valga:  “Ru—ahhhhhhhhh!” Finally realizing Wilhelm’s intention, Valga brought both hands blindly to his chest, as hard as he could.
human
Wilhelm:  Kicked off Valga’s abdomen, flipping completely upside down and executing a spin that finally dislodged the bones.
gpt
Valga:  “Hrrraaghhh!” Without the bones of his ancestors, Valga lost the source of his immense size. Immediately, his strength began to dwindle. The symbol on his chest was still glowing, but the power it was feeding into him was too much for his normal body. He was caught between his weakening flesh and the increasingly powerful magic circle, and his body couldn’t withstand it. “Ah—ahhhhh!” Blood began to spew out from all over his body, and Valga fell to his knees. His thirty-foot-tall body was audibly shrinking. “—” Valga glared at Wilhelm, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.
human
Wilhelm:  Whose sword had remained at the ready the entire time, stared unflinchingly back.
gpt
Valga:  Took his hands from his wounds and formed them into fists. “…Victory hinges on this moment now.”
human
Wilhelm:  “…Damn right.”
gpt
Valga:  “Have at, human.”
human
Wilhelm:  “Come at me, demi-human.”