human
Hornet:  Thus, she faced an even greater disadvantage than Al with his one arm, yet she was the flower that had bloomed against this adversity. Spectators didn’t shout and jeer at her from the front row; instead, she enraptured all of them. She herself was the main event here on the sword-slave island of Ginonhive.
gpt
Hornet:  “I’m grateful to ya, Hornet, I really am, but let’s think about our respective positions here. If a little ant like me stood next to you, I’d get blown away.”
human
Al:  “Oh, please don’t say things like that. You’ll make me sad. You’re my very, veeery best friend, after all.”
gpt
Hornet:  “Veeery best, huh? I guess that means all the others are dead.”
human
Al:  “Tee-hee-hee!”
gpt
Hornet:  With turnover as high as it was on this island, one could rise through the ranks of sword-slave life with startling alacrity. The fact that the Hornet didn’t contradict Al was somehow endearing. Between her unforgettable appearance, the way she talked, and the way she behaved, the Hornet had a way of grabbing people’s attention and never letting go. She was indeed like her namesake; two or three stings of her venom and your life might be over. Compared with a toxin like that, the Poison Hand that Al had fought a few minutes earlier was like child’s play.
human
Guard:  “Mistress Hornet, it’s almost time…”
gpt
Hornet:  “Oh, I know. If you please?”
human
Guard:  It was, believe it or not, one of the guards addressing her in this deferential tone. Orlan’s colleague knelt in front of her and removed the foot shackles she wore in lieu of handcuffs. But the gesture was that of a man bowing before his queen. This innate capacity to make others grovel before her was where she had earned her nickname, the Empress of the Sword Slaves.
gpt
Al:  “Well, I hope you have another of your lovely, elegant fights, eh?” Al ribbed her.
human
Guard:  The guard glared at him.
gpt
Al:  “Ooh, scary.”
human
Hornet:  The guard had become the Hornet’s man down to the bone—he probably wouldn’t have hesitated to attack Al if she’d told him to. However, she stopped him instead. “Don’t be silly. Come, dear, my arms.”
gpt
Guard:  “Yes, ma’am.” Still kneeling, the guard gave a nod.
human
Hornet:  From down the hallway appeared a low-ranking jailer, his face covered with a scarf, pulling a cart that bore two massive swords. Each was nearly as long as a grown adult was tall, but the hilts were very strangely shaped. That was only natural, as these weapons were exclusively for the Hornet’s use.
gpt
Hornet:  “Aaaand here we go!” the Hornet said languorously, turning her foreshortened arms toward the swords. The stumps fit neatly into the empty hilts, settling in with an audible click. Then the woman’s muscles tautened, and she hefted the huge blades easily, even though each appeared to weigh more than two hundred pounds. An ordinary person wouldn’t even have been able to lift one, let alone handle two of them at the same time.