Screams with a suble undertone of excitement, slightly playfull, sounded in the air as he caught another running chainsaw heading for him from mid-air at a seemingly impossible angle. He was a bit sloppy throwing them into the air at times making some catches harder, but he'd been doing this for so long that it didn't matter. He could catch them and he knew it.

Under his practiced guise was only boredom. Just doing the motions, his body almost moving of it's own accord. Throw, catch. Throw, catch. Throw, catch.

Transfixed he looked as another chainsaw was on a trajectory for his head. An easy one. He could visualize the exact way to move his arm and hand, catch it and throw it back up... but his arm remained relaxed at his side. It wasn't that he couldn't move his arm, he only needed to will it and command it to move. Easy really. The chainsaw was closer now and yet he couldn't muster the effort to move his arm. He didn't much care really. He just watched.

Screams sounded in the air, with an undertone of terror and panic.