[For all of Guzma's tough-guy posturing, all the violence and anger, he's actually a dude who cares a lot. It's hard to have anger when you don't feel things, and perhaps he feels things a bit too much. Cares too much, and is affected by more than he'd ever care to admit. The idea that this scared and defenseless Spinarak was chased down and so brutally and mercilessly killed really strikes him.]
You're damn right. [The words are growled through a wicked smile, eyes wide as he stares down at Nanu (which he still doesn't know is him) like he's nothing more than vermin. A moment later, he lets out a dark chuckle, barren of any humor at all.]
I don't fear nothin' or nobody, and it ain't gonna start with some lowlife like you!
[What Nanu says doesn't even truly sink in, all he can hear is the thumping of his heart as his adrenaline spikes with his anger. He hears the words, it's enough to make him even more angry, but he can't properly process them—so the hints that Nanu's laying almost go over his head completely. Just like the fist he's swinging at Nanu likely will since the older man was preparing for it.
The hold on his arm, the tightness of it, likewise does not register. How could it when all that Guzma has in his head right now is how he wants to smash this smug asshole's face in?]
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You're damn right. [The words are growled through a wicked smile, eyes wide as he stares down at Nanu (which he still doesn't know is him) like he's nothing more than vermin. A moment later, he lets out a dark chuckle, barren of any humor at all.]
I don't fear nothin' or nobody, and it ain't gonna start with some lowlife like you!
[What Nanu says doesn't even truly sink in, all he can hear is the thumping of his heart as his adrenaline spikes with his anger. He hears the words, it's enough to make him even more angry, but he can't properly process them—so the hints that Nanu's laying almost go over his head completely. Just like the fist he's swinging at Nanu likely will since the older man was preparing for it.
The hold on his arm, the tightness of it, likewise does not register. How could it when all that Guzma has in his head right now is how he wants to smash this smug asshole's face in?]