He should've been more prepared, but being in mid-flash his defensive capabilities were down, and he really was sent flying. He rolled when he hit the ground, gritting his teeth and glaring petulantly.

"Stop that, you're not making it any fun at all!" Grell snapped, almost childishly. He held his chainsaw defensively, and took a sliding step towards Pixie. "If you're not going to play with me yourself, maybe you'd rather stay in your bubble and watch me tear your pretty Pixie to pieces." He sighed dreamily, ending with a shallow laugh.

"I'm planning on doing it anyway - an audience wouldn't change too much, now would it?"