[One of Gamzee's hands freed itself from tearing at Rei to try and untangle her impossibly noodly limbs from continuing to constrict around his body. Coughs and spittle flew from any space there was between his mouth and her flesh. Suzaku tugging her back, while he himself being pulled by Reno ensured they were both separated after a only few more moments of struggle.]
[Turning immediately to attack whatever force was tearing him away from his target, Gamzee was not met with Reno, but with Richtofen, this time. He was mid-attack when he finally noticed the butt of the rifle coming down at him. The blow he managed to land was not satisfactory - a few teeth into the back of the man's hand - and he was knocked senseless before he could strike again.]
[Beint butt-stroked was not a dream come true, and it had him seeing nothing but flashes of light for longer than he'd ever wished. He'd put himself at a extreme disadvantage, falling back to the ground like he had. His head throbbed at the brow bone, where the edge of the gun had connected. That was not going to be pretty later.]
[As he saw it now, he had two options. He could continue ravaging his assailants, and eventually be struck down and killed, or he could let it go. Now, "letting it go" was not an option he ever liked to consider. It was draining, it was infuriating, and it called on a lot of willpower that he just did not have an excess of. However, his dire situation was that he could not afford to die, and so sacrifices had to be made for the greater purpose.]
[Clutching his fresh head wound, Gamzee blinked a few times to try and steady his blurred vision. His claws were kept ready, intending to ward off anyone who decided to jump him while he was down. Save for his extremely hostile position, he made no other move to attack anyone else.]
no subject
[Turning immediately to attack whatever force was tearing him away from his target, Gamzee was not met with Reno, but with Richtofen, this time. He was mid-attack when he finally noticed the butt of the rifle coming down at him. The blow he managed to land was not satisfactory - a few teeth into the back of the man's hand - and he was knocked senseless before he could strike again.]
[Beint butt-stroked was not a dream come true, and it had him seeing nothing but flashes of light for longer than he'd ever wished. He'd put himself at a extreme disadvantage, falling back to the ground like he had. His head throbbed at the brow bone, where the edge of the gun had connected. That was not going to be pretty later.]
[As he saw it now, he had two options. He could continue ravaging his assailants, and eventually be struck down and killed, or he could let it go. Now, "letting it go" was not an option he ever liked to consider. It was draining, it was infuriating, and it called on a lot of willpower that he just did not have an excess of. However, his dire situation was that he could not afford to die, and so sacrifices had to be made for the greater purpose.]
[Clutching his fresh head wound, Gamzee blinked a few times to try and steady his blurred vision. His claws were kept ready, intending to ward off anyone who decided to jump him while he was down. Save for his extremely hostile position, he made no other move to attack anyone else.]