As Buzzsaw enters the arena Jason's head tilts slightly to acknowledge it.
He has never seen such a being up close and though it is impressive he does not show signs of fear or faltering.

With a twist of his wrist the machete's filthy blade flecked blood from itself. Righting his head he steps forward into the circle of light and watches Buzzsaw.

He does not seem particularly interested in attacking the machine.

(When you're ready, remember they are indoors and there's not a lot of space to fly about in.)