"If we're keeping score from back home too? More times than I can count, which means we're not the kinda people you wanna screw with, buddy. And as for saying hey to Death? Believe me, I had dinner with the guy, he's not as fun as you'd think." He sneered at him and a second later his fist came up to collide with Calhoun's jaw, the knife still gripped in that hand, making the damage that bit worse.
"Now, that's just a little taste. Tell us who your leaders are. Names, alphabetical order is optional, princess." He leaned down over Calhoun, his empty hand gripping his jaw. "Do yourself a favour and talk. If you think I'm pissed at you snake-worshipping ass clowns, Sam over there is ten times that, and he'll rip you apart from the inside out."
Backing off, he turned towards Sam, nodding his head for his brother to take a few shots if he wanted them.