[Gamzee has mastered the flash step too. He blurs, changes direction--

and ends up on his back, winded. The clubs roll away, and for a few moments he doesn't move except for the uneven heaving of his chest.]



[He curls up on his side, hands going to his hair. He's vulnerable and everything screams to fight it but he can't even stand. His head hurts too much and if he had anything in his stomach it'd be coming right back up right about now.]