Instinctively, Sam grabbed up the closest weapon to him, which turned out to be a long knife or short dagger, something like a machete perhaps. Dull and blunt, most likely. But as he looked at the other guy, his other hand slowly rose.

"Look," he said, soft but urgent. "I don't want to use this either. I just came looking for a weapon. Okay?" Right, because that sounded really trustworthy. "For self-defense. So. Don't make me use this on you."