[For all Guzma likes to believe himself as "hard", Nanu has him beat. Not that Guzma hasn't seen his share of messed up shit. Even so, it doesn't compare to what Nanu has had to desensitize himself to for the profession he has. Guzma has his assumptions of what goes on in that line or work, and those assumptions never prepared him for the possibility of what Nanu might do against him due to it.
It's fortunate that there aren't others really around for this spectacle, not that it'd stop it from going on, but the intensity of the heat and the sudden darkness is rather alarming. However, Guzma's so focused on what's going on that he doesn't notice the shift or temperature rising. He's way too distracted with how unfulfilling it is that he can't seem to land a hit on Nanu's face. Right now he wants to pound that stoic expression, wants to see him recoil in pain.
It matters not, particularly when a moment later Nanu squeezes his shoulder so tightly, he can't ignore the pain from it. In the next, Nanu is grasping his arm and twisting it again with surprising strength. He's such a small man, and he hardly looks like he has the strength he does, yet here he is bringing Guzma to heel. With a frustrated and angry growl, he's staring down Nanu as he further explains what this is all about.
Guzma's expression falters.]
Anabel? What the hell does she...
[And then he remembers. He remembers the last conversation he had with her, and how he joked about something he probably shouldn't have. Lead her to believe that something ill befell Nanu. It's all so ridiculous to him, and he's finding it hard to feel sympathetic.
A grin crosses his features, but it's one that's hollow and bereft of any actual joy.]
So, that's what this is about?
[He lets out a short laugh, dry and humorless.]
The fact your lay can't take a joke? Can't fuckin' deal with a little playin'? Noble Nanu here to save the damsel in distress from Big Bad Guzma, is that it!?
[His grin falls, his annoyed and aggressive expression back in full swing.]
Gimme a break.
[To most, Nanu's look, the sharpness of his gaze, would put them on edge, but to Guzma it's a challenge. It keeps him going, and now that he knows the reason for this entire thing it's just more fuel to the fire. One arm restrained, one arm free, and while the thought of striking Nanu flashes through his mind again, he goes for something else entirely.
A fist is easy enough to dodge, but what about Guzma. All of Guzma. He jerks his arm back, in an effort to fake Nanu out on trying to break free of his grasp, but without skipping a beat he attempts to full on body slam him. Hoping to take him down with his size and strength.]
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It's fortunate that there aren't others really around for this spectacle, not that it'd stop it from going on, but the intensity of the heat and the sudden darkness is rather alarming. However, Guzma's so focused on what's going on that he doesn't notice the shift or temperature rising. He's way too distracted with how unfulfilling it is that he can't seem to land a hit on Nanu's face. Right now he wants to pound that stoic expression, wants to see him recoil in pain.
It matters not, particularly when a moment later Nanu squeezes his shoulder so tightly, he can't ignore the pain from it. In the next, Nanu is grasping his arm and twisting it again with surprising strength. He's such a small man, and he hardly looks like he has the strength he does, yet here he is bringing Guzma to heel. With a frustrated and angry growl, he's staring down Nanu as he further explains what this is all about.
Guzma's expression falters.]
Anabel? What the hell does she...
[And then he remembers. He remembers the last conversation he had with her, and how he joked about something he probably shouldn't have. Lead her to believe that something ill befell Nanu. It's all so ridiculous to him, and he's finding it hard to feel sympathetic.
A grin crosses his features, but it's one that's hollow and bereft of any actual joy.]
So, that's what this is about?
[He lets out a short laugh, dry and humorless.]
The fact your lay can't take a joke? Can't fuckin' deal with a little playin'? Noble Nanu here to save the damsel in distress from Big Bad Guzma, is that it!?
[His grin falls, his annoyed and aggressive expression back in full swing.]
Gimme a break.
[To most, Nanu's look, the sharpness of his gaze, would put them on edge, but to Guzma it's a challenge. It keeps him going, and now that he knows the reason for this entire thing it's just more fuel to the fire. One arm restrained, one arm free, and while the thought of striking Nanu flashes through his mind again, he goes for something else entirely.
A fist is easy enough to dodge, but what about Guzma. All of Guzma. He jerks his arm back, in an effort to fake Nanu out on trying to break free of his grasp, but without skipping a beat he attempts to full on body slam him. Hoping to take him down with his size and strength.]