human
As neat a shot as the other's was bad, calmly remarked the Master, brushing from his sleeve some glittering splinters of glass. A lurch of _Nissr_ threw him against the rail. He had to steady himself there, a moment. Down his cheek, a trickle of blood serpented.
gpt
Yes, rather neat,
human
Hm! A sliver from that broken shield must have cut me,
gpt
Captain Alden