[The irony really is that Guzma likewise chooses self-destruction, he's just a bomb in that way. Destroying everything around while also destroying himself. Had he a better upbringing, maybe he'd be less inflammatory to the world around him, but that's neither here nor there...
Guzma lets out a frustrated grunt as he misses his intended target, but at least he got something. A small victory that's soon sabotaged by Nanu's quick retaliation. Indeed he was not expecting the power and speed of this diminutive older man, thus the hammer lock slides into place with a sound of fury from Guzma.
However, that's far from the most unexpected part of this entire thing, oh no, the true flourish is when the mustache falls, and with it the spell he's been under. It's like a flood of freezing water to his brain as all familiarity flashes into it. The scene previous suddenly plays so differently in his brain than how he experienced, and it leaves him dumbfounded and stricken.]
—Nanu!? How—?
[He's so bewildered and perplexed by the reality before him, it almost seems like his anger is quelled. But that'd be a filthy lie, it is merely delayed for the moment.
And like all moments, it passes, and his anger resurfaces twofold. The air around them full of static and heat.]
The fuck are you talkin' about Nanu! I don't think you got the right to be callin' no one a lowlife with the shit you just pulled!
[Naturally Guzma isn't accepting being restrained, and he's struggling, trying to get good enough footing that he might overpower Nanu and break free.]
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Guzma lets out a frustrated grunt as he misses his intended target, but at least he got something. A small victory that's soon sabotaged by Nanu's quick retaliation. Indeed he was not expecting the power and speed of this diminutive older man, thus the hammer lock slides into place with a sound of fury from Guzma.
However, that's far from the most unexpected part of this entire thing, oh no, the true flourish is when the mustache falls, and with it the spell he's been under. It's like a flood of freezing water to his brain as all familiarity flashes into it. The scene previous suddenly plays so differently in his brain than how he experienced, and it leaves him dumbfounded and stricken.]
—Nanu!? How—?
[He's so bewildered and perplexed by the reality before him, it almost seems like his anger is quelled. But that'd be a filthy lie, it is merely delayed for the moment.
And like all moments, it passes, and his anger resurfaces twofold. The air around them full of static and heat.]
The fuck are you talkin' about Nanu! I don't think you got the right to be callin' no one a lowlife with the shit you just pulled!
[Naturally Guzma isn't accepting being restrained, and he's struggling, trying to get good enough footing that he might overpower Nanu and break free.]