conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "You certainly aren’t boring."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Thank you very much."
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "But we’re not done yet. We’ve only just begun."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Take as long as you need."
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  For the fifth time, Rod summoned his flame soldiers. He really had an incomparable reservoir of magic. Just as before, the minions surrounded Misha, keeping a certain distance from her.
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Explode." Rod snapped his fingers as the minions burst in a chain of explosions as soon as. He then summoned more minions directly around Misha, instead of in front of himself, continuing the series of detonations without a break. There were so many explosions that the wave of heat even reached the spectators. Rod was childish, but I did admire him a bit for not pulling his punches even though his opponent was a girl.
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I surrender." Misha said with a meek voice among the explosions.
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "That’s it?!" Lorek hurried to halt the match.
conversations.prefix: Lorek:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Rod stopped snapping his fingers, and the sounds of explosions subsided.
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What happened? Why did Misha surrender?"
conversations.prefix: Lorek:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Probably lack of oxygen." I explained to Claire, whose confused look represented what all the spectators felt. Misha’s vacuum rupture created a severe lack of oxygen, and Rod’s flames burned up the rest. In the end, the sheer force of his power had squashed Misha’s technique.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Well, that sounds about right."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I was completely defeated." Misha sighed.
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Don’t be stupid. If you hadn’t waited it out, it wouldn’t have ended that way."
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I did my very best."
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Rod and Misha walked back to the spectator area, the crowd parting naturally for them. When you thought about it, the two of them could have taken down the water slime easily—if not for the Hateful Cry, which could immobilize opponents and drastically change the tides of battle. Meanwhile, Mr. Torrid and I had kept it at bay by nothing but sheer luck.
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Well, next up, the title match. This should be even more interesting."
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Please, Master Rod. Stop making me nervous."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "But you don’t plan on losing, right?"
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Of course I don’t."
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I’m rooting for you. And Rae, too." Rod told us with a charming smile.
conversations.prefix: Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Heh…"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Rae, stop being disrespectful." Misha chided me for my casual reply. I didn’t really care, because next was—
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Match 10, Miss Claire vs. Rae."
conversations.prefix: Announcer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  —my turn with Claire.
conversations.prefix: Rae: