Gamzee's grin widens as Lelouch bangs against him, and he doesn't move to resist for a moment, letting Lelouch get a good hold on the club. His hands come to rest on his shoulders, claws pricking the faintest of warnings. It's almost like he's embracing Lelouch, but as soon as the club is out, those claws just aren't warnings. He's digging his fingers through the fabric, twisting and tearing before shoving Lelouch away.

"You're gonna try fighting? Heh. Motherfucking heh. Statement says peasantblood's got guts stands true. Wouldn't it be easier to just LAY DOWN and DIE since you're going to anyways?"