Gamzee’s impassiveness set Terezi on edge. Maybe she’d missed it in the blur of colours but… He hadn’t moved had he? She gritted her teeth in frustration, taking seconds to compose herself before she moved again. Her main concern was keeping her face away from Gamzee’s hands, trying to keep herself moving. The only downside was that she was going to tire herself out quicker, but she was probably going to last a while in the long run. In order to preserve her sight, Terezi would need to aim for his hands—but there was no way she was risking getting that close just yet. Instead, her blade aimed for the flesh of his shoulder before, once again, moving backwards and away from him.
Gamzee took the blade to the shoulder and winced. However, before she could get away, he grabbed her arm frighteningly tight and stared at her.
"If you're looking for my heart, I have none motherfucker."
With the blade still lodged in his shoulder, he brought his free hand up to punch her in the gut with force. The pain started to seep in from the stab wound but Gamzee wouldn't back down from this lowblooded motherfucker.
