[If Kukui expects the rattling cackle of Guzma's usual bravado, he will be sorely disappointed. There's no laughter, no intimidation tactics, no high-energy. There isn't even rage at this point. Guzma doesn't know what to do but follow like a man to the gallows. He never felt this strained and trapped since...since he was trapped in that other world. That Ultra Space. This isn't how it was supposed to go, it's not what he wants to do. Guzma may say he'd love to knock Kukui one good, but this time - right here and now, when it's just them - it's all wrong.
But he can't say no. If he backs down, Kukui wins again. He's too proud to let that happen, too damn pigheaded. Guzma wants to win. Just once, just one time. But he doesn't want to fight like this either!! So what now?? What the hell does he do?! He can't even play this like a pokemon battle - all of his team were still hurting after fighting the little squirt on the beach, they needed to rest still.
Guzma takes off his sunglasses, folding them and putting them in his back pocket. Well, time to get this over with. Fake it until you make it, I guess.]
You picked a wrong day to mess with me, Kukui. ...Aint gonna let you back out this time.
[He exhales fingers twitching at his sides until they curl into fists. He doesn't want to move, but his body's too used to this - one arm lifts, reels back, and swings. Miss, dodge, move away, block it... Hit him first, anything.]
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But he can't say no. If he backs down, Kukui wins again. He's too proud to let that happen, too damn pigheaded. Guzma wants to win. Just once, just one time. But he doesn't want to fight like this either!! So what now?? What the hell does he do?! He can't even play this like a pokemon battle - all of his team were still hurting after fighting the little squirt on the beach, they needed to rest still.
Guzma takes off his sunglasses, folding them and putting them in his back pocket. Well, time to get this over with. Fake it until you make it, I guess.]
You picked a wrong day to mess with me, Kukui. ...Aint gonna let you back out this time.
[He exhales fingers twitching at his sides until they curl into fists. He doesn't want to move, but his body's too used to this - one arm lifts, reels back, and swings. Miss, dodge, move away, block it... Hit him first, anything.]