He doesn't avoid it enough but Equius isn't completely gone yet. He knows what this punch could do to Eridan and he's getting some weird deja vu as his fist flies forward. But Eridan moves just enough, and he moves his fist to the side just enough that it barely clips the tip of a fin and slams hard into his husktop.

The thing sparks and fizzes about his hand, glass cutting into his arm, blue dripping down onto the keys on the counter top. The entire thing is completely ruined and in pieces. Equius is left standing there infront of him, gasping with his fist still clenched and in the machine.

"Ah-" He pants, his eyes squinted closed behind his shades before slowly opening to star at Eridan through the broken plastic of his shades. He breathes deep, trying to just, calm down, feeling sweat bead and fall down his skin.

Dangit, that ...that was close.

Again.

Living with these two particular people is proving to be a bad idea, not that he didn't know that from the start.