Examples

 I have worked on a small bit of text from a Pathfinder report  edited to all 4 levels so you can see how they are different without altering fundamental text.

  I have not done much to changed the approximate word count of 170 which is at the base of each section.

Below them is a reduction of the text by 50%.

Copy edit - Light

Here and there, the sounds of battle: the clanging of swords, calls for support from the town guard, and the shrieking and singing of goblins echo through the streets. At the festival itself, most of the citizens have fled. While here or there a goblin remains behind scavenging food. Many of the goblins lie dead, alongside the remains of one or two unfortunate citizens. The fight has moved on and the sound of screaming and frantic barking comes from the north towards White Deer inn. 
  
In front of the inn a goblin commando mounted on a goblin wardog has bravely attacked a noble and his hunting dog. The nobleman hides behind a rain barrel crying for help while his dog fights on alone against the commando. The characters arrive just as the commando dispatches the brave hunting dog with his cleaver. The dog crashes dying to the ground as some nearby goblins (who were cowering themselves while the hunting dog was around) emerge  from the shadows and give a rousing cheer.
171 words.

 

Cost £17.50 per hour or 40p /100 words.
 

Copy edit  - medium

All around the town resounded sounds of battle. The clanging of swords and calls of support from the beleaguered the town guard. While the wild, shrieking singing of goblins echoed through the streets. In the festival ground itself was deserted except for the occasional goblin scavenging food from the tables. Many of them are dead, along with the remains of some unfortunate citizens. The fight has moved north towards the White Deer where the sound of frantic barking and screaming emanates.


At the entrance to the inn, a goblin commando mounted upon his goblin wardog has bravely attacked a noble and hunting dog. The nobleman is hiding behind a rain-barrel screaming for help while his dog fights alone against the commando. The characters run towards the noise but arrive only to see the commando brutally dispatch the brave hunting dog with his cleaver. The dog crashes dying to the ground as some more cowardly goblins (who had been watching the battle from the shadows) emerged cheering.
166 words.

Cost £18.50 per hour 45p/100 words.

Copy edit - Full.

All around the town resounded sounds of battle, the streets ring with the shouts of guardsmen and the clanging of sword on sword.  The goblins continued to wildly shriek and sing their rotten song.  The festival was desolated, the citizens had fled leaving the remains of an unfortunate few lying around the abandoned tables, which now hosted a feast for scavenging goblins who ignored their dead to enjoy the largesse. The sound of shouts and barking comes from the White Deer inn.


Beside the entrance to the inn,  a hunting dog is fighting for his life against a goblin commando mounted on a goblin wardog.  The dog’s noble owner is tucked up behind a rain barrel screaming for help. The goblin swung his cleaver in a brutal blow at the dog just when our characters arrive, they are, unfortunately, too late to save the him. Cheers ring out from more goblins who had been watching the fight cowering safe within the shadows of nearby houses.

164 words.

Cost £20 per hour or 50p/100 words.

Reduction - 82 word full edit.

Battle sounds are echoing through the town, shrieking calling and clanging. The festival ground is empty now, saving the dead and some scavenging goblins.
The party follow the sound of barking to the White Deer inn where a lone hunting dog faced down a goblin commando armed with a cleaver and riding a dog. The dog’s noble owner feebly called for help from behind a rain barrel while his brave hound fell lifeless to the ground. Watching goblins cheered in arrogated valour.

Cost £20 per hour or 50p/100 words

Original

Here and there, the sound of battle, clanging swords, calls of support by the town guard, and shrieking and singing goblins echo through the streets. At the festival itself, most of the citizens have fled and here or there a goblin remains behind scavenging food. Many goblins lie dead, along with one or two unfortunate citizens. The fight has moved on and the sound of  scream and frantic barking comes from the North and the White Deer Inn. 
  
In front of the white deer, a goblin commando mounted on a goblin dog has bravely attacked a noble and his hunting dog. The man cowers behind a rain barrel and calls for help while his dog fights against the commando. As the characters arrive on the scene they arrive just in time to see the commando dispatch the brave hunting dog with his cleaver. The dog crashes dying to the ground as some nearby goblins (who were cowering themselves while the hunting dog was around) emmerge and give a rousing cheer.  
170 words.

 

Proofread example

Here and there, the sounds of battle: clanging swords, calls for support by the town guard, and the shrieking, singing of goblins echo through the streets. At the festival itself, most of the citizens have fled. Here or there a goblin remains behind scavenging food. Many goblins  lie dead, along with one or two unfortunate citizens. The fight has moved on and the sound of screaming and frantic barking comes from the north and the White Deer inn. 
  
In front of the White Deer, a goblin commando mounted on a goblin dog has bravely attacked a noble and his hunting dog. The man cowers behind a rain-barrel and calls for help while his dog fights against the commando. As the characters arrive on the scene just in time to see the commando dispatch the brave hunting dog with his cleaver. The dog crashes dying to the ground as some nearby goblins (who were cowering while the hunting dog was around) emerge and give a rousing cheer.
166 words. 

Cost £16 per hour or 35p/100 words.

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