Well, as luck would have it? It turns out that helmet is pretty handy for batting those marbles away as he darts away, fuming. A second later and helmet jams back into place, two fresh knives at the ready.

"So I guess that makes you the rebound."

Alright, time to place where he's at. Determine if it's worth closing the distance again, or heading to find someone bigger and meaner to do the swinging for him.