Gamzee lashes out immediately; the finger he'd let linger on his forehead leaves a moment before he slams his open hand onto Lelouch's head, pushing him onto his back. He stands up, relieving the pressure on Lelouch's now presumably broken wrist, smile turned into a snarl. Putting a hand up to cover his eye, he vaguely notes he's lucky it isn't all that bad. It stings, fuck does it sting, it throbs, and the memory of his awful headache returns. "You little bitch," he's spitting and snarling, and taking good aim and kicking Lelouch's stomach. He does it with surprising strength, too, for all his lanky figure could say. "Guess you really don't motherfucking wanna do it yourself. I gave you a chance, too. More than you could ever MOTHERFUCKING HOPE FOR." The last few words come out a shout.