human
Ryuzu:  The scene flipped upside down.
gpt
Roswaal:  “Ga, hu…!” With an anguished cry, the young man coughed up a clump of blood as he flew parallel to the ground. The sight of him ferociously kicking up a cloud of dust as he rolled made Ryuzu unable to do anything but gape, forgetting even to breathe.
human
Ryuzu:  Overwhelming. It was truly an overwhelming spectacle. At the young age of sixteen, he wielded the six colors of magic, attaining the excellence of what was essentially the highest sorcery mankind was capable of reaching. He had gained a Witch as a teacher, yet he had not lost his drive to improve further still. He was a true genius—there was no more suitable word in that world than genius to describe Roswaal A. Mathers. It was this Roswaal who lay upon the ground, out of breath and spewing bloody froth. Could one call such a spectacle anything but a nightmare? Was there any option but to be aghast?
gpt
Man:  Gloomily, a languid-seeming man peered down at Roswaal as he spoke those words. "…You still want more?” His age was twenty, more or less. His hair, colored a charred brown, was tied in the back, and the unhealthy-looking bags under his eyes were those of a sickly individual. The color of his face was poor, and his posture was crooked. He gave off the impression of one wholly divorced from the word vitality, seeming so lethargic that he barely managed to put on clothes and walk around. However, that outfit was the only thing striking and eccentric about him.