Gamzee, dull-eyed as ever, moved with an automatic grace he probably wasn't even aware of. He backflipped off the ogre's head, neatly avoiding the swipe. The head of one of the other ogres was used as a springboard as he lunged himself back at his opponent. The troll twisted as he leapt, clubs fanned out to become a whirlwind of pain. Though he was no spinning top out of a cartoon. He was aiming for just a couple solid hits, with his momentum allowing him to propel himself back off the monster to dodge again if need be.

For someone who seemed to walk around in a constant daze, he was surprisingly well-coordinated when it came down to combat. Those simple juggling clubs dealt blows with force enough to shatter the weapons, but they remained in tact. The blows might have been stronger if not for the weakening of his abilities.

This was about as focused as he ever got, and even this was more instinct than anything.