[If this whole thing wasn't muddied by the lie of a Pokèmon's death, Guzma would likely have been able to look back and laugh about the whole thing. Unfortunately it's been soured, but for a good reason. Guzma is, in a sense, a "visual" learner, and Nanu in a sense certainly made him visualize how he made Anabel feel.

Unfortunately, it just took a dirty tactic to do it that has left both of them feeling awful about it all.]

What I deserve?! What the hell did I ever do to you, old man!? This can't be about no teasin' I ever done to you, even you ain't that fragile.

[With that other hand on his shoulder, Guzma finds new determination to break free. He's big, and has youth on Nanu to boot, so it's only a matter of time.

With Nanu mentioning Hala, that speeds things up and Guzma suddenly twists himself towards Nanu—turning on the side of his captured arm, which allows him to unlock its position and swing his unbound fist at the smaller man. He's aiming for his face, but considering his punch is during his twist, his accuracy might not be the best, and the hook is wide. Should he miss, that'd definitely give Nanu the chance to counter him.

Guzma clearly has no interest in settling this over Pokèmon, this shit's gone too personal, and he's way too mad at the moment to even conduct a battle.]