human
One-armed man:  "—!" With a sharp breath, the one-armed man dodged his attacker’s right hook, but even as he saw the left arm move at the edge of his vision, he was bringing his sword up to meet the man’s spinning leg. The blade bit into the leg just at the knee, severing it and spraying dark blood everywhere. A few drops spattered on the one-armed man, who had to hope that at least his enemy’s blood wasn’t toxic.
gpt
One-armed man:  "Just bad luck…or should I say, a bad star." Then the loser’s head went arcing high up through the air, still wearing an expression of disbelief.
human
One-armed man:  "Another close shave today, huh?"
gpt
One-armed man:  "Hey, I’d love some easier wins. But these old bones have seen more than thirty years, and with just one arm, these clumsy little victories are the best I can manage." The one-armed man retreated from the arena, which was still echoing with cheers, through a passageway reserved for the sword slaves.