[It's one thing these two have in common, as much as neither of them would want to think about it. Guzma had just recently mentioned how Nanu doesn't really care about most things in life, though the comment was geared toward his job. But just like the ex-Skull leader, Nanu hides all of his caring behind a different emotion. Apathy instead of anger. Self-destruction instead of...well, destruction.]
[Nanu knew going into this that he ran the extremely likely risk of being clocked in the mug by Guzma's fist. Interpol's rigorous combat training has stuck with him over the years, but of course it's declined in the past decade. Still, his reflexes are bolstered by anticipation—though it's not perfect. He manages to save his head from the knuckle sandwich, but his maneuver leaves his shoulder to take the brunt of the punch instead. It fucking smarts, but Nanu can't let that stop him.]
[Using the momentum from his duck and the iron grip he'd already set around Guzma's other arm, Nanu's next move is to attempt to wrench his arm into a hammer lock police hold. It's a gamble, but given that the other man wouldn't expect it from an older man with no apparent muscle—Nanu or not—he's hoping the element of surprise might at least buy the maneuver.]
[Leaning in to Guzma's ear, the facade finally falls—literally.]
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[It's one thing these two have in common, as much as neither of them would want to think about it. Guzma had just recently mentioned how Nanu doesn't really care about most things in life, though the comment was geared toward his job. But just like the ex-Skull leader, Nanu hides all of his caring behind a different emotion. Apathy instead of anger. Self-destruction instead of...well, destruction.]
[Nanu knew going into this that he ran the extremely likely risk of being clocked in the mug by Guzma's fist. Interpol's rigorous combat training has stuck with him over the years, but of course it's declined in the past decade. Still, his reflexes are bolstered by anticipation—though it's not perfect. He manages to save his head from the knuckle sandwich, but his maneuver leaves his shoulder to take the brunt of the punch instead. It fucking smarts, but Nanu can't let that stop him.]
[Using the momentum from his duck and the iron grip he'd already set around Guzma's other arm, Nanu's next move is to attempt to wrench his arm into a hammer lock police hold. It's a gamble, but given that the other man wouldn't expect it from an older man with no apparent muscle—Nanu or not—he's hoping the element of surprise might at least buy the maneuver.]
[Leaning in to Guzma's ear, the facade finally falls—literally.]