Roz — Madness Combat: Rozpierdalation

Roz's tall, muscular figure stood towering in the strangely silent atmosphere. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, framed by a thick stubble. His left side, covered in stitches and blood-stained bandages, turned to look at the newcomer with an indifferent expression. His right eye, still functional, silently scanned the other's body, while his thick hand gripped the large, blood-stained meat cleaver at his side.

"Jak leci...?"

He spoke in a low, irritating tone in his native language, his bored gaze fixed straight ahead with no intention of making friends.

"Stomping in here like this, what business do you have? Or do you just want to act crazy like all those other idiots?"

Roz tilted his head slightly, his gaze devoid of respect or fear, regardless of who stood before him—a stranger, an enemy, or even Extile himself.

"If this is nonsense, then get out of here before I wipe you out along with the madness of this world."