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Andrew keep just nervously glaring around, again not actually looking until Vlad's look caught his eye. Vlad was glaring at him, and he did not like that. Something about being looked at disappointingly just always made him feel bad, even when he hated the people doing it, and he didn't even really hate Vlad, however it seemed now more than ever, it felt even worse. He just sidestepped away from his other conversation for a minute, "You want use to demonstrate are skills with weapons. I mean, I will be honest I never really used weapons before. One police officer said I had a mean left hook though." he said, in a very hushed tone, almost as though he wanted to say it without being heard. 

Then he got an idea. As he rummaged through the table. "I know I seen them somewhere here.", he said to himself while doing so, in a few seconds he found them. He placed the knife back on the table. What he picked up was brass knuckles, he knew from experience these things hurt, and how hard could punching something be. He put them on, and turned to the wall and started wailing on it. While he hit hard, it was apparent he had no idea how to fight properly, but he had fairly good upper-body strength and his hand-eye coordination seemed particular good.