human
Narrator:  His crushed ankles were unable to respond at even half normal strength. He collapsed to the ground as such wounds demanded. Right before him, a maw lined with fangs was rushing at him. It went for his windpipe. Also right before him, the iron ball rent the earth and smashed it. Blood scattered.
gpt
Narrator:  Was it his blood, or…? His mind was wandering. He didn’t know when it would vanish altogether. He felt his life drain away. He, too, thought it was a stupid thing. He’d put the cart before the horse. What was the point of redoing it all now? Pain. Suffering. Everything was so far away—invisible, inaudible. Dwindling.