[With Andy's surrendered advancement, Golisopod pointedly puts himself between her and Guzma, nearly blocking the full view of Guzma with his width. He still holds that water sword as Andy speaks to him, and her compliment doesn't go unappreciated. There's a softeness to how he looks at her, a little bit of warmth to that buggy face, but it's gone just as quickly as it appeared. He's in the middle of a fight, and as much as he likes to be praised, he can't let himself get distracted. Not when Guzma's safety is on the line.]

Tch, we're both lucky to have each other. But you ain't wrong, he'd fillet you like a wishiwashi in an instant, if you ain't too careful.

[Guzma chimes in, stepping enough to the side that he can look past Golisopod's fat ass. And like the cocky piece of shit he is, he fucking just. Pops a squat, right here. Like he's just chilling with the bros or some shit. His arms are resting on his knees, while he balances on the balls of his feet.

With a hand, he gestures while speaking:]

See, Golisopod are ruthless when it comes to winning. They'll do anything to achieve their goal, no matter the challenge. Kinda like your boy, here. Even if that means being sneaky, or underhanded--throwing out a few sucker punches here or there. All's fair in this shit, yeah?

[Guzma continues on, like he's just casually info dumping about Golisopod like a proud father would brag about their child to everyone who couldn't give less of a shit. But Golisopod knows better. This isn't a typical battle, and so Guzma's speaking in code. He'll maintain Razor Shell for the sake appearances, that water blade still clutched between his claws, but he's truly readying Sucker Punch as he watches Andy's movements. Anticipating her next attack so that he can interrupt it with his own.]