human
Cowards! he gasped in his death-agony.
gpt
May Allah curse thee and thy sons' sons! Thou canst not fight fairly! Thou canst only strike by stealth, and make war on women. May thy bodies moulder and drop limb from limb; may the flames of the Land of Torments devour thee; may thine accursed dust be scattered afar by the sirocco, and may thy souls descend into Hawiyat.
human
Silence! Wouldst thou, son of a dog! speak thus insolently unto thy masters? cried the dark-faced brute who had dealt the cowardly blow.
gpt
Go thou to join the Companions of the Left Hand, and may torments ever rack thee in the fire unquenchable! Take that--and that!