Now this was just a joyride, right here. Gamzee was hardly acting like someone in a life threatening position. Never once did he appear worried that he'd be hit or gored or flung free. He might have been taking a literal stroll through the park for all his expression was showing. He'd actually missed some of these fights after all the sitting around he'd been doing lately.

Nimbly, the troll hopped up to avoid the flailing arms. He grabbed one around the wrist and held on tight with one hand, using a downward swing to propel him feet first toward the ogre's face. The hand not holding on to the arm held both of his clubs, and he went in for an extra swing with those while he was at it.

Then he let go and landed in a roll on the ground.