human
Tinasha:  Tinasha lifted her right hand, and a sword appeared in it. Her eyes traced the length of the blade, which glinted purple.
gpt
Tinasha:  So quiet only she could hear it, Tinasha whispered, “No matter who I’m up against, I am done losing.”
human
Phaedra:  Phaedra smiled pityingly—and yet cruelly—at the mortal woman leveling a sword at her. Her lilting, melodic voice rent the air. “Are you ready for your death? Come and let me kill you quickly, filthy pest. I can’t stand this tepid sack of flesh. I want to be home now.” Even the words she spat in disgust carried an alluring charm.
gpt
Tinasha:  “Yes, I’m ready for your death. Please come whenever you’re ready.” Tinasha replied, undaunted
human
Phaedra:  “Why you little…” Silvery white and obsidian black clashed. Two women, such opposites in every way, filled the sky with vast and powerful spells. The two magical forces collided in a flurry of sparks, like a streak of lightning.