Gamzee was sick and tired of Kurloz. He's put up with him longer than fucking necessary, and for what? To be proven right each time. Now he had some little purple blood as some minion/moirail. No. Gamzee takes Zel the first opportunity he can to intervene once and only once before deciding just to cut Kurloz's head off right then and there. It was obvious where he was and it got a fine enough reaction from Zel to seal it as a good idea. Scare the kid straight.
Troy's voice pulls him from his conversation with Gram. The "wait" annoys Gamzee enough to bark out in disbelief before Troy interrupted him.
Go ahead and cut his head off, but put him back behind bars at the palace. It stunned the ex-clown that Troy would be so numb about this but also annoyed him that the guy still wanted Kurloz alive, until he spoke again
"How else can he feel all that regret and loneliness," if he wasn't put back together? Troy walked away and Gamzee set off to Kurloz's bubble. It was as cold and dingy as always and he seemed to catch the mime off guard on his way out.
"the fuck you doin' here?"
He states he's requested at the palace, giving ample opportunity for Kurloz to just come peacefully. Alas, it has to be a fight. It always has to be a fight with this guy. Gamzee doesn't treat this fight with much respect and decides to make small chat during their rumble, complaining about Kurloz using clubkind, and going so far as to look annoyed with this waste of energy.
Kurloz switches to a knife so to make it fair, Gamzee looks for a sword. The skeleton-clad asshole used his chucklevoodoo to trip him and get the knife around to Gamzee's throat, who still wasn't taking this fight very seriously.
"Cheap tricks," He rasped against the blade
Kurloz seemed to speak through gritted teeth, "I'll cut your head off before you can even get to mine."
The younger Makara had one of his special clubs against the other's should as he spoke and he relented a sigh.
"Kurloz...Why would I ever try to fight Wrath if I didn't think I could take you down?"
A diss before he lurches forward against the blade, slicing his neck as he rips his head to the side to pull his hair free, getting plenty ripped put before he did his infamous flash step behind Kurloz, barely giving him enough time before pressing a button on the handle of his club twice, two blades popping out of the top of the club. He flashes forward and swings right for Kurloz's neck, half hoping for him to dodge so they could continue to fight.
Yet, he turns to see Kurloz's head separate from his body, purple flashing in his eyes disappearing and showing faint shock before the life leaves them.
Gamzee looks at the blades in disgust before popping them back in with the right amount of button presses.
He gathers Kurloz's body and puts it in his sylladex, blood everywhere.
Then his head is picked up.
"You ain't so pathetic, you just pick the wrong battles. dumb bitch."
It's time to go show Gram and put him together and back in a nice cell. For whatever reason.