human
Roswaal:  “I’m glad it was…my left arm you cut off…” Roswaal moved in, looking to crush the witch’s head with another punch before she could do anything.
gpt
Sphinx:  Sphinx was faster, pulling off her robe with her remaining arm. The cloth tore away with a soft rip, and there beneath, on the girl’s white, exposed skin, was a purple design. The same one that had been drawn on Valga. “Al Ziwald.” She intoned the magic for the ultimate form of Ziwald, her death ray. The beam that had previously come only from the tip of her finger now burst from her entire palm. It was as if her hand was reaching out to annihilate everything in its path. The destructive ray speared diagonally across the great hall, and death drew nearer by the instant.