The doors of the main base slam open as Guzma storms inside. He's drenched with rain common to hang over Po Town, his features are distorted with rage as he grabs a chair and hurls it across the room, it breaking into pieces and causing wood to fly everywhere. "That fuckin' blonde ass bitch! Fuckin' lying ass whore-" His fuming was soon cut off as he tossed a table with an effortless grunt and moved to a nearby table. Any grunts that were present soon left, not keen on becoming part of their leader's aftermath.

Guzma grips a table, leaning against it as he tries to cool his temper, only to slam his fist down, causing the wood to splinter. The fact that Lusamine could talk him up, make him feel glorious like he was accomplishing something... just to deny him the resources she promised.. He looks up, his dark grey eyes meeting yours. Guzma groans turning away again before running his hands through his hair angrily.. "Fuckin' hell!"