"Propane or butane," Trevor said decisively, finishing up his earlier train of thought before boarding the next one.
"For offense? The Deutschebag had a bone saw, and it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad thing. Effective, but wrong on a visceral level, which is either ironic or very appropriate considering that the viscera were its usual target. Somehow burning faces off and blowing holes in people is less awful than cutting them in half, as very nearly happened to the Scout."