conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Another hindrance?” Socrat casually swung his front leg at Dorothea.
conversations.prefix: Socrat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  He’d cut down everyone he’d hit thus far, the impact rivaling that of a battering ram.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hm?” Something flew through the air. Yet Dorothea still stood. An object hit the ground with a shuddering thud—Socrat’s front leg.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “What? !”
conversations.prefix: Socrat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I don’t know who you meant to address with your drivel, but you’re in my presence now. Kneel.” Something flew again. The end joints of Socrat’s remaining four legs were cut away.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Y-you—? !”
conversations.prefix: Socrat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “I am Empress Dorothea.” Accompanied by a sharp slicing sound, one of Socrat’s human arms flew off.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  To my eyes, it didn’t seem like Dorothea had moved at all. She appeared stock-still, standing at rest with her two swords lowered in front of her, yet the proof of her actions lay in Socrat’s halved limbs.
conversations.prefix: Narrator:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Hmph, this will not do.” Socrat leapt back to the safety of the wall behind him, allowing his legs to begin regenerating.
conversations.prefix: Socrat:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Too slow.” But Dorothea was faster. She already awaited him at his landing point.
conversations.prefix: Dorothea: