"Right-o," Guzma pops his lips at Roy lazily, shooting him a double-fingergun. Sleep well? You bet your 2D ass he's gonna sleep well tonight when he doesn't have to worry about risking his hide. You are barking up the wrong tree if you think the ex-boss of a gang of hoodlum children has any semblance of morality. Nah, man, he cares about maybe a handful of people outside his immediate circle, and even then...he knows others will take care of them. That, and they're capable little buggers even if they are trapped here. "Good luck storming the castle, homeboy. Avoid pipes and purple shells and y'all be good. I'll pour your backside out one when I'm safe back home, yo."

He could not sound any more cynical if he tried. Anyway, that's that - time to get down to business with Godzilla here, who he's starting to like more and more. Kind of...that 'familiar' thing is getting under his skin pretty bad - Ariados is a pokemon, thank you very much, and she has a name.

"Her name is Ariados, and she's faster'n anything what walks on two legs, that's for dang sure. And she can fight, too, so don't you worry. Just do what y'all need and she'll cover us.

Just know if she gets hurt, or cornered, I'm going back for 'er. You keep running if y'gotta, ain't asking you to keep us safe, but so you know...if we go down, we go down together." He kneels beside the spider, rubbing a hand over her head affectionately. He'd rather not die, of course, but if it's him or his pokemon...Guzma'd choose his pokemon over his own life, without batting an eye.

"Y'ready, girl?" Standing, up, he removes the knife from his pocket and flicks it open. Ariados clicks her fangs, bobbing up and down on her legs before she suddenly gets pretty darn serious. This isn't a battle...this is serious. Her attacks aren't just to deal damage and win, to make others faint, this is Nuzlocke mode do or die.