human
Prisca:  She looked at her enemies with actual boredom, as if this dire situation meant nothing to her. The look in her red eyes was enough to make the assassins stop in their tracks.
gpt
Prisca:  "You must all be complete fools. Do you truly believe after seeing through your little ambush that I would come here alone?" Her words seeped into them like a poison.
human
Prisca:  The assassins who had come for Prisca’s life, fourteen of them, were all simultaneously incinerated. That included those who had died in Prisca’s counterattack. The flames burned green, and Prisca clapped her hands at what truly seemed like a phantasmal spectacle of lives being consumed in fire.
gpt
Prisca:  "Ha, quite a fine display. The beauty of fire never wavers. Not even when the fuel is the lives of stooges like these. I grant you my praise." Prisca said as she gazed at the still-smoldering assassins.
human
Small figure:  "It’s an honor. The highest honor." The voice that answered came from a small figure who had interposed herself between Prisca and her aggressors. Outwardly, she looked to be about Prisca’s age, perhaps in her early teens. On her head were the large ears characteristic of the dog-people, and in her hand, she held what appeared to be a twig—and a rather unimpressive one at that, considering it looked like something she’d simply picked off the ground somewhere. Her young body was slender, her pale skin covered with a minimum of clothing in a way that seemed oddly provocative. Her short hair was silver, except for one distinctive lock of her bangs where there was a shock of red.