Simms tilted his head a bit, like he might be considering the head bashing. He hated to admit that he had probably fucked up by giving Chase the chance to get the keys. He hadn't expected the kid to be so damn quick. That chair was probably going to hurt.
Oh well.
Simms charged forward, arm up, hoping to catch the chair before Chase could swing it down, or at least before he could gain any real momentum. At the same time he pulled the baton back, ready to whip it across the same general area that he had kicked Chase before, so he could really feel it.