human
Hornet:  “Well, well, weeeell!” The Hornet almost seemed to be singing as she continued her danse macabre, the evil rolling off her.
gpt
Hornet:  “—!” Arakiya, one with the wind, could move better and faster than could possibly be expected, but the Hornet pressed her with merciless strokes of the swords that were her arms until Arakiya was nearly cornered. She tried desperately to evade the spiral of death—she was obviously fighting a monumental battle, but the Hornet was still only playing. Which was not to say she wasn’t enjoying the fight. Murder was her hobby, torment one of her favorite pastimes. Thus, the exchange of attack and defense that enabled her to corner Arakiya was all part of a ritual for her pleasure.
human
Al:  “I…,” Al started, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. I told you so. She’d been rash, yes; it had been obvious that this was what was going to happen. But it had been Al’s choice not to stop the young woman by force. Of course, there was a distinct possibility he wouldn’t have been able to stop her even if he’d tried—but that was how people who only had one chance at life thought about things. It didn’t apply to Al. If he’d wanted to, he could have stopped her. And yet he hadn’t. Al had no desire any longer to spend himself trying to bend the wills of others. That was why he’d watched the girl go to a battle in which he knew she would die, why he only observed the fight knowingly, and why he would watch as the girl met her blood-soaked end. “” Something deep within him ached; it was like a tremendous weight was going to crush his heart. If this was a symptom of the stress of facing something deeply difficult to bear, then why was he standing here, watching something he didn’t want to see? Not for any heroic reason like wanting to see out the consequences of his choices. He wasn’t a big enough person to have important reasons like that. He was just a middle-aged man with a pitiful excuse for a weapon and a lifetime of somehow avoiding any mortal wounds—though he still bore the scars of so many others. His spirit was broken. He couldn’t even dream. He had no reason to fight and nothing that would drive him to win. No motivation at all to struggle against anything. And yet Al—
gpt
Al:  "Oh."
human
Hornet:  "Well!" The great blade came down in a strike that was impossible to avoid. Blood danced into the night sky. The half naked girl’s bond with the wind was broken; she stumbled backward and collapsed on the flagstones. The Empress of the island of the sword slaves looked down at the blood-spattered girl and gave her a sweet smile.
gpt
Hornet:  "You are just the cutest little thing, aren’t you?"