For a brief second, Eridan thought he'd managed to win. He had hope, because not even a rainbow drinker could survive that kind of wound, right?

Then she broke his wrist.

"Fuckin' shit," he snarled back through the pain, as his wand fell from his hand. He lunged, grabbing at her shirt to (hopefully, he wasn't exactly on his game before the fight even started) drag her head down for a very unprincely headbutt.

This was not going as well as he would've hoped.