Eridan was getting better at fighting Gamzee, but by no means did he excel at it; the blow caught him heavy on the shoulder, mid-turn to see if... well, if Gamzee had shown up behind him, and he winced.

Then he threw himself bodily at Gamzee, reaching for the club.

"You wanna fuckin' fight in front of these slimy shitbloods and blow our cower?" he hissed, wand aimed as best as possible at some essential part of the subjugglator in case Gamzee decided to continue anyway.