human
Al:  “You were born under a bad star.”
gpt
Lyp:  “Hmmf? !” Lyp whirled around in shock at the unexpected voice. And there was a man, standing with his back to Lyp. He was wearing a helmet and holding a liuyedao in his one arm—
human
Al:  “Huh? Where did he—?”
gpt
Lyp:  “GRAAAH!! !” Ignoring the goofy man’s voice, Lyp sent magic into his pistol and burned the man to death again. The flames scorched him to a crisp, and his helmet crumbled to pieces as he screamed.