"Hah. 'My weapons'. Hate to break it to you, man, but you need shooting lessons, I'm the wrong person to ask. I mean, I know how to fire one, but there's a reason I don't carry one."

He pulls away from Cedric, trembling only slightly. "If you find someone willing to teach you on the dime, that's good, but don't focus on going offensive right now. Just try and stay alive. Sooner or later, this'll blow over some way or another. You die before then, and I'm coming after you."

He pauses. "Not literally."