[b]He chuckles at the sight of the weapons, he puts his hand over his face, leaving his left eye uncovered. He sighs and puts his hand down.[/b] "Mr. Hendricks, those sticks have little effect on me, and man, you think you could touch me? Well... I suppose me beating you counts as touching.... Hm, oh and i'm not in the mood to fight either, and i know what you'll throw before you do it... Mind reading helps alot in this case hehehe." [b]The man is clawing at his own chest, still writhing in pain.[/b]