He had a fireplace poker, quite sharp. He was shaking.
"H-Heh.."
Grim: Hm...no, I don't think we're doing that today.
He flicks his wrist and the fireplace poker flies out of Kat's hand and lodges itself into the wall
Grim: Now...I think you'll behave...if you want the angel to stay in one piece.
He yanks August foward, choking him with the strings. August clutches his throat
August: A-AHH!