Grell, predictably, spun like a top. He snarled, sticking his chainsaw deep into the floor and pinning himself in place with it - casting a dirty look up at Lorna, he lunged again, aiming for her legs.

"Fun, but not quite my style." He brought his chainsaw in a heavy arc, seeking blood. "I could use entertainment; why not a quick peek at your history while I cut you to ribbons?"