Guzma barely moves when Ruby pushes him, though he does have to adjust his stance for a moment to keep himself in his squat. He grabs her wrist very suddenly, grip a little too tight to be meant as anything pleasant. Sorry, but you're not allowed to do that. Especially now, when this fuzzbucket is getting on his last nerve, and his temper is starting to shift toward the danger zone.

"...Push me again, girly, and you'll be hanging from the ceiling." He twists her wrist painfully to prove a point, then pushes the poor girl back in turn, though his action is a little more forceful than Ruby's earlier shove. Guzma's got a lot more muscle to him, after all, and he's not here to play around and wait his turn.

"So what you're saying is, they ain't here? Whatever it is what brought us all here only brought a number of us?" I mean, it sort of makes sense, but he doesn't like it. It sounds a little too much like the thing didn't want to bring along their pokemon, just to preserve itself and its precious island. Prick. "Then what happened to the rest of my pokemon?! If...if they're not safe, you hairy little...I swear, I'll skin you right here, right now--!"

He's got a knife, he could totally stab this thing in the throat (maybe).