"What?" He looks down at Matthew in surprise, at the gun being offered to him, and abruptly laughs. It's a very snide sound, really. "Oh, God no, I don't want them at all." He actually tosses his own gun over his shoulder, clearly not caring at all. "I'd prefer to use this."

And seemingly out of nowhere, he whips out a bo staff as tall as he is - one that's decidedly more high-tech than usual and practically humming with power as he butts one end into the ground proudly. "It's the personal touch that makes it better, you know? Nothing like good old home-made high-tech weaponry."