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Gus couldn't avoid the slipperiness of the girl twisting out of his grasp, not that he'd bother trying to recatch her anyways. He wasn't here for a fight, he was here for the food. 

"better than a punch in the nose, I suppose. Not my size anyways."

He chuckled at his own joke and released his grip on the jacket but an unfamiliar sensation was assailing him now. Being.. Moved?

Wind beneath his boots and a little girl shoving him.. He was big, granted, but he wasn't the damn problem here! Others were picking fights and all he wanted was for it to stop.

"Please stop push--"

Gus practically bit his tongue off when the other package he was holding went off in a blinding flash. Followed by punching Gus square in the nose.
As far as mistakes went that was right up there with shooting yourself in the foot.

Lurching back, stumbling from the blow and his uneven footing, Augustus still never released his grip. 

"That was very rude." 

Accentuating his words angrily with a stomp of his foot, brute force dissipating the minor wind. Already there was abit of blood escaping his nose, but if he was injured he didn't show it. Truth be told the moment he was struck, Gus had willed the pain away. 

"I'm gonna ask you one more time to apologize. He's already been punched out once today, and I really don't want to hurt anyone over a misunderstanding. Sound good?"