He did. There was no mistaking what was going on when a weapon was finally drawn.

"Motherfuckin' have it up at your motherfuckin' ownself's way, bro."

Gone and back again in an instant, the messiahs moved to hit the sea dweller from behind.

Without having the chance to reenter the restaurant, without having the chance to rend flesh from bone and make a whole dining room red, Gamzee would just have to focus all his rage on his awful prince. Which meant that though this was the one person the subjugglator wasn't aiming to kill right now he sure as hell wasn't going to just be hitting with a fist. He was swinging with a club though not his favorite one. Soon he'd come to see that that was probably his best decision in this fight.