human
Simila:  The serpent’s head lanced forward like an arrow, closing in on Tinasha.
gpt
Tinasha:  She barely dodged to the right; it missed her by a hair. Black thorns formed on the evil god’s skin and homed in on her. Tinasha whipped out the dagger at her waist and sliced at the sharp barbs. As she leaped farther back, she lopped off the tips. “Ngh…” There was a stab wound on her left thigh. Blood dripped and scattered on the breeze, but she ignored it and cast a new spell. “Rise forth, o spray—” Tinasha fired off five orbs of light with exact precision. As each struck Simila, black filth burst forth with a muffled whump. The substance wriggled slowly through the air before returning to the snake’s body. The serpent lifted its head in Tinasha’s direction; evidently the attack had accomplished nothing.