He shifted his weight to his good leg and pointed the crutch at the speaker, ignoring the girl for now. "So be it then. I'm still new around here, so I don't really get the customs, but I'll try my hand at it anyways. I challenge you to a good old-fashioned melee duel." The man spoke with complete sureness despite his position. A cripple challenging an armed thug to a fight - who the hell was this guy? "Beat me, and you get my wallet and my gun. I have a ghost card, like a credit card but stocked with thousands of dollars' worth of cryptocurrency. Untraceable money to an anonymous user. You could buy an entire militia and nobody could trace it to you. But if I win, you let the girl and I go. Come now. You're going to take the girl anyways - might as well make some extra funds off an old man who wants some exercise. Oh, and I wouldn't try just robbing me of my card. My wallet needs my clearance to unlock itself, after all. So what do you say?" His tone was taunting, as if trying to lead the thug into the battle by condescension.