[He nods, dragging his sledgehammer along the ground to get the last remnants of jelly off it. This stuff is gross and he definitely doesn't want to find out it'll eat through the metal or worse slide down the handle and touch his hands. Keeping an eye on the cubes, he roots through the little leather pouches on his belt.]

I've got a lighter, but I don't think they'll stand still and let me set them on fire. I don't wanna get that close anyway.

[He glances all around at their options.]

And of course I don't have a canteen of whisky on me like normal. Why would I have that now when it would be completely useful?