"Son of a bitch!" Sam yelped when his stool was kicked out from under him. He tried to catch himself on the bar, but his hand slipped off and he went down. He scrambled to get back on his feet, but didn't quite make it.
He grabbed at Constantine, attempting to get a knee to the man's crotch. He didn't feel a bit of guilt about sucker punching him. They had agreed to fight, after all. Constantine should have been expecting it.
Wes was on his feet, ready to push people back if they tried to get in the way as Faith jumped into action.