human
Serena:  The watching crowd gave its greatest shout of the day, applauding the battle—no, mocking the loser and, for that matter, the winner as well, even as they cheered for him.
gpt
Balleroy:  "Gosh, that’s quite something. I’d heard they put on death matches here, but I didn’t know they were real, all-out killing. Wonder why."
human
Miles:  "It shows off the worst in people. I don’t understand the people who like watching this stuff." Serena’s subordinates, Balleroy and Miles, shared a moment of appreciation—or perhaps lack thereof—for the spectacle they were witnessing.
gpt
Serena:  "What about you, Priscilla? Are you enjoying yourself?"
human
Serena:  "I see your dear husband is white as a sheet."
gpt
Priscilla:  "It’s not bad. The idea of those who have nothing risking all in the fight is an intriguing one."
human
Priscilla:  "Although, the way that clumsy brute fought just now was not particularly amusing."
gpt
Serena:  "Clumsy? Ah, you mean the one-armed man." Serena brushed the scar on her face and flashed a smile that reeked of blood.
human
Priscilla:  "I didn’t even detect any attachment to his own life. What in the world is he fighting for?" Priscilla crossed her arms as she rendered her verdict on the ugly man with his ugly style.
gpt
Priscilla:  "Uncouth."
human
Jorah:  Jorah gave a nauseous gurgle.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla glanced over to see the pale-faced count looking studiously away from the arena, his neck and forehead drenched with sweat.