His mouth quirked as he thought about it and looked over things before finding what he wanted for a dull sensation. "Bruises then." He thought those would heal fast enough. While he could just hit him, even let him go and give him a good fight ,that wasn't what this was about. So instead he took the small blackjack, light wood, and heavy enough in his hand.
Standing in front of him he decided to stand in front of him giving his back some time to heal more. Flipping the tool in his hand, he instead used the handle on him. Round and wider, it was more like a fist then a small wooden dowel. Without a warning he pulled back and broke it across Riley's left rib.