human
Priscilla:  Piercing the uneasy silence that had fallen over the arena when Priscilla had drawn the men’s attention.
gpt
Ruffian:  "Hey! Is that the Hornet?" Looks down into the coliseum and exclaims.
human
Priscilla:  "Though with a skill difference like that, it’s more like an execution."
gpt
One-armed Swordsman:  Grunts and goes flying with a spray of blood. His body struck the ground and rolled along, winding up by a ditch at one edge of the stadium that was used for disposing of blood and bodies after a fight.
human
Hornet:  The Hornet strode up to him and kicked him with her long legs, sending him, still alive, down into the pit.
gpt
Narrator:  Man with the curved saber: "Guess he turned down the Hornet’s invitation. What an idiot." The man with the curved saber sighed as he witnessed the spectacle of the woman’s overwhelming strength.
human
Priscilla:  "To assert one’s will requires a certain degree of power. From that perspective, perhaps it was only natural that man should have died. You there, did you come here just to stand around looking stupid?"
gpt
Ruffian:  "Awfully chatty, aren’t ya, High Countess? Think we won’t lay a hand on you? That why your mouth’s so big?"
human
Priscilla:  "Do you truly believe that, you cur?"
gpt
Ruffian:  “…Ahem…”
human
Priscilla:  "Am I understanding it correctly that you think my high-and-mighty attitude springs from the conviction that you won’t lay a hand on me?"
gpt
Ruffian:  The man saw something in Priscilla’s gaze that caused him to swallow whatever he had been about to say. He jerked his chin at his companions, and they led her and Jorah away.
human
Balleroy:  "What about me, Ms. Wife?" Asks, making to follow them.
gpt
Priscilla:  "Surely, you don’t expect me to claim that you’re my husband, too. There would be no job for you to do even if you did follow us." Stops him with a word.