Nux's eyes widen. He's strong; he knows that, he works out and eats to build muscle and he cares about fitness. He's also pretty good at fighting, but when it comes to what this guy must be packing, to have that kind of psychotic confidence... he knows that he can't win. He takes a few faltering steps back as Damon advances.

"Sorry! I... d-didn't want you to actually come here. D-didn't mean it. I was just angry! Sometimes I don't think before I t-talk. I'm d-dumb. I know that. Don't hurt the people here," he begs, shoulder bumping against the wall of the structure.