It was just a tiny trickle, but as Gamzee struggled on top of him, blood from his nose dripped onto his tongue. He hadn't felt the punch the way Gamzee had, there was too much adrenaline running through him. For as much as it hurt, it felt good and he wanted it to happen again, wanted the taste of his own blood filling his mouth.

Using his weight and superior leverage, he hauled the taller boy to the side, pulling his own fist back to box Gamzee's ears, letting out a low, raspy chuckle.