As Gamzee realized that Equius wasn't going to throw a spell at him, he started to smile. It was a very unpleasant expression, completely different from his usual warm, dopey grins. There were teeth in it, and the Slytherin tossed aside his wand as he closed distance - no point in getting it broken, after all.

When he struck, it was way faster than most people would have probably given him credit for. His fist lashed out with stupid speed and strength, the long muscles in his arms tensing like steel cords as he aimed for Equius's face.