Gamzee wasn't alone in his strategical summation of the situation. Rose pulled out her knifewands and started running towards them, a pace behind him. She, too, was confident in her abilities; confident enough that she shunned the one Gamzee was drawing near to, and chose the second-in-command as her target.

Her jump was more bounding babe than unreal air, and she reversed the wands in her hands at the last second, wrapping her arms around a tusk and swinging from it. From here, if she could hold on, it was just another swing and a jump to the top of its head, and then it would be all downhill from there. For the ogre, at least.