Everything happens in a sickening blur - Guzma is grabbed, a voice from far away speaks to him through the loud ringing in his ears. If his sense of touch weren't still fairly keen, he may have attempted to break away from the poor reptilian for fear she was one of the simians trying to restrain him. Guzma can pick out only bits and pieces of what she says, as he struggles through the agonizing pain and the dizziness as blood runs down his face from the injury, dotting his shirt and hoodie with red. Lovely, he'll need to scrub the undershirt to free it of stains...though the black of his hoodie should mask most of the blood. Hopefully. It's held up this long.

The word passes by in another instant - more words, unfamiliar to him - then the slap of water pouring into his nose and mouth. That's enough to at least rattle him back to his senses, and Guzma hisses at the stinging in his skull when water seeps into the wound. What's she saying now? Day? No, he doesn't freaking know--name?

"Charmeleon," he grunts, squeezes his eyes shut as he's dragged along like dead weight. His head begins to slowly clear, though the ache is still as powerful as ever. "I can hear you..." Now he can; a bit better anyway. He reaches up to touch his head, pulling his fingers away to look. Ah, yep...that sure is still blood.

"Wh--...what hit me?" If they broke his sunglasses, he's gonna be pissed.