Nux is tough. He's well-built and strong and is willing to act when a situation calls for someone quick on their feet and with their fists. But he's only human, and his lower lip quivers as he recognizes that cold precision and what it means for him.

He barely even registers the words before that punch has him doubled over, winded and coughing and clutching his stomach. He crumples against the wall, the power of words failing him as he fights back the taste of bile in his throat.