He gave a worried look as the fist came in and dented the counter as he dodged that meaty fist of the boss thug and he gulped darting to the right then flipping up back onto the counter itself. blocking a few swings towards his midsection he spoke up to the supposed ancient chinese witch or sorceress and says<strong>"The thought crosses my mind miss!"</strong>He jumps over a high swing for him with a stool and now grabbed ahold of it in mid air and lands on the other side of the counter playing tug of war with the stool. A grueling motion follows as Lawrence braces a leg against the counter to gain leverage but it was clear the big guy would win out.<strong>"Here! You keep it!"</strong>He quickly said letting go of the stool which causes the brute to fly backwards with the stool cracking him on the nose on the way down.