Gamzee let out a sharp breath between his fangs and his eyes widened as he registered the tight grip on his wrist and the wand pressing against his windpipe. Flash stepping as fast as he could now wouldn't get him out of this grip or out of a quick blast. He had lost. Seconds in and he'd lost a duel.

"Motherfucker," he snarled, the surprise finally wiped from his face.

Club slipped out of his grasp and into his inventory, the slack weight of his arm in Eridan's hand an admission of defeat.