human
One-armed man:  The weight of the weapon meant it didn’t lend itself to being swung around one-handed for very long—but sadly, the man had no choice save to rely on his right hand to do the fighting. For his left, which might otherwise have helped it, was gone. He sighs.
gpt
One-armed man:  His long, wild hair was tied back behind his head, so that he could glare at his opponent with eyes that some called evil. It was all he could do to keep the enemy at bay. It wasn’t as if the arm was a recent loss. It had happened in the distant past, and he’d long since adapted to how it impacted his balance. Even so, when he fought opponents whom he had to be careful around, like this one, it still sometimes felt like a heavy burden to him. “Which means I can’t be draggin’ this out.”
human
One-armed man:  “How about it, Mr. Might-Be-a-Shinobi? What say we work together to forfeit this game?”
gpt
Poison Hand:  “Forfeit…?”
human
One-armed man:  “Hoh, interested, are ya?” Sensing his chance, the one-armed man plowed ahead. “It’s easy: I keep runnin’ from you, and you keep attacking me, but you don’t hit me. That goes on for a while, the spectators and the owner are gonna start getting restless. Chances are, they’ve got a demon beast or something on hand that they’ll send in to get things going. And then we don’t have to fight each other, just the creature.”
gpt
Poison Hand:  “And if we defeat it together, we survive today—is that what you’re saying?”
human
One-armed man:  “Yeah, that’s the idea! Aw, it’s great to find a guy I can talk to for onc— Hgggh? !” Just as the one-armed man was grinning and thinking what an easy conversation this was turning out to be, Poison Hand lashed out with his sharp nails. The one-armed man just managed to dodge, rolling backward to gain himself some distance from his foe.
gpt
Poison Hand:  The bald man sneered at him. “Don’t be stupid. Work with you to fight a demon beast? And maybe getting myself killed in the process? Anyone with a choice between a one-armed man and a demon beast would pick the cripple. I’m no different.”
human
One-armed man:  “Hey, look, I know how you feel, all right? But as a fellow human being…”
gpt
Poison Hand:  “Besides, this is my chance to show off the skills I’ve honed. And I can’t stand when someone stops me from having my fun.”
human
One-armed man:  “Oh! Sorry. I didn’t realize you were one of those natural-born killers. Guess we just look at things too differently to see eye to eye, then.” He would have liked to scratch his head with sheer embarrassment, but the moment he lowered his arm, his only guard, a finishing blow would have come his way. He settled for a sigh—and then his opponent’s Poison Hand twitched. He felt it coming—or rather, he knew it was coming.