Things were actually looking to be pretty good at this point. From listening to all the Greek drama happening when he wasn't around and the fact that they were supposed to have been fierce fighters and the like, Susano'o was actually expecting a lot more from this guy than pushing and shoving. But then again, in a pantheon that large, there was bound to be variations among them.
Which explained that momentary glee that passed through the storm god's mind when retaliation was given, since it wasn't fun at all if things were all one-sided. Reeling from the punch, Susano'o was forced to release the Greek and try to find his bearings again, stumbling a little at the stars and distortion of images the blow gave him.
"Okay, so maybe you're not a pussy, but," he spat out a mouthful of spit and blood onto the floor, "that doesn't make you qualified. You're going to have to do much more than that, pal." Susano'o spat again before shaking his head, trying to get his vision straight before taking a running start and once more, smashing himself into the man and into the wall next to them.