living skyward

He's cackling, laughing over the thought of a fight, not cowering. And he swings the scythe like he thinks he's the real grim reaper... meaning to hit them with the dull side of the blade, not cut them in half. Wouldn't want to kill his entertainment for the day or so. A staff would have worked better to beat off a dog without hurting it than a scythe... hmm.

"What did I say?"