Frank could see a stack of two by four's just up the street, probably fourty feet away and past the thugs, but also an open toolbox with several items that could be used as impromtu weapons. The same man that spoke to him pulled out a small knife, likely made for cutting the meat of a hunters kill, and took another step forward. Brandishing it in a menacingly fashion. "You want some of this!? Lets go bitch!"