I see you need to embrace the art of the slingshot. They make some great ones these days, in my day back in boomer time, we just had a 'wrist rocket' as our WMD. Now aside from the obvious of just blasting them upside the head with a choice rock from the ground about the area so that if they're found in a heap, it doesn't look too weird, there are other things to use them for. Fireworks launchers. Lob some smoke bombs around their crackhouse, then start dropping the firecrackers in. Boom! Lastly, marbles and ball bearings for the straight up battle. Marbles for light work, and ball bearings or lead balls for when it's time to just fuck shit up. Here's the bitch of it all, kids can and will pick this technique up. I know we did and a swarm of us little fuckers on bicycles with slingshots was a recipe for trouble. In my day, an abandoned house in the neighborhood would have been prime kid territory and junkies would get owned to the point they'd have to move on. Junky walks out to take a piss, gets hit in the dick with a rock from a slingshot. He's down screaming. When he can he tries chasing kids, they're either on bikes or will run jump on one and zoom off. As he chases one direction other kids pelt the fuck out of him. They just keep pelting him and taunting him. He snaps, runs amuck and the cops come get him. Or just smoke bomb the place until Gladys the nosey calls the fire department thinking it's on fire, cops, fire department and wtf ever shows up to a junkie house. Things doesn't sort out well for junkies. Slingshots.