[ Edward's head shakes at the suggestion of ice, but oil is sound thinking. Even if it's only marginally effective, every second counts. ]

I'm not sure I've got good enough aim to try that, [ Said of the fishing rods, which leave him thinking faintly of Scooby Doo. ] But if we can get them off their feet, more oil in the eyes should do just as well as a bag. Or soap, paint, anything like that. Should be easy to find, too.

[ Satisfied with this and now craning his neck to eye the departments for anything home improvement or automotive-adjacent, he streamlines this aloud: ] Tripwire, slick the ground, get them in the face while they're down.

Slim odds, but humor me: have you ever seen anything like this before?