Gamzee's face stays frozen to a smile as a hand snaps up and stops the blow from connecting. It was ridiculously easy to predict he'd do that. "Come on, bro, you even MOTHERFUCKING TRYING HERE?" His hand twists and he turns the club, bending Lelouch's wrist awkwardly -- that is, if he hasn't let go yet. He steps closer until he's got a hand pressed against Lelouch's chest -- and his claws dig in -- and he grips and turns and tears the fabric. He pauses a moment, maybe in surprise, then laughs, stepping forwards and shoving Lelouch along with him, aiming to get him pinned against a wall. If he stumbles and falls he'll let go of his shirt and stand over him.

"I think we've played enough, don't you? It's time to make some MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES happen."