gpt
Hornet:  The Hornet pitched forward on the floor, her eyes bloodshot and wide. The way her body shivered and twitched made it look almost like the Empress of the sword slaves was begging forgiveness from Al and Arakiya. The Empress of the sword slaves, who had made so many kneel before her, now found herself in the reverse position.
human
Al:  “Sure glad that poison gas worked. And it took a lot of trial and error to get you right over this spot when the floor smashed in. Glad it went off without a hitch.”
gpt
Hornet:  “N-no… Wait. P-poison? You used…poison? On me? It’s not…fair…”
human
Al:  “Fair? You’re freakin’ joking, right? There’s no right or wrong when it comes to surviving on the sword-slave island. Or did you not even know that, rookie?” The Hornet could call him whatever she wanted as she wept tears of blood, but Al was merciless. Though the Hornet had dominated the island with her prowess, bending it to her will, she had misunderstood something: It was not the strong who were the victors here. It was whoever won. Inundate the opponent with poison gas, use a second fighter to corner them—it didn’t matter. If you won, you won. “If the gas hadn’t worked, it would’ve been pretty tricky.