Gamzee's snarl grew worse as Eridan laughed. Eridan, victorious at last, practically above him. It made his blood boil to the point where he started to see bits of purple on the edges of his vision. Hearing more of Eridan's gloating and feeling the wand sink into his skin pushed him far enough that he couldn't take it anymore. The words needed to stop and his rage needed to go somewhere.

He lunged forward -not caring about what the wand would do to his body-, grabbing for Eridan's face, and aimed to press his lips and teeth into his kismesis's own. He didn't know exactly what he was doing nor could he maneuver that well with his teeth.