[Well, the punch certainly did come as a surprise, and Guzma is knocked hard in the face, enough to make him stagger a little bit in the shifting sand, and loosen his grip on Luna, but...well, now that he knows an actual brawl is about to happen - one fought with fists and not pokemon - he steels his nerves and remains planted firmly on the ground. His free hand reaches up to touch his lip with a few fingers, and he spots a bit of red there.

Huh...not bad. He didn't think the little guy had it in him, really. But this is far from a battle Guzma wants to partake in. He has more pressing matters to attend to, other than shifting his focus on someone that doesn't matter. He licks over his bleeding lip, purses them, then spits the blood out into the sand.]

This ain't 'bout you no more... It's between me n' the girl - she n' I need to have a nice lil chat. [He snaps his gaze to Luna, his eyes a cold, steely color. Yeah, he hasn't forgotten about you, either.] Now get lost, little man.

This your final warning.