I think even a glimpse of fangs would make the smarter ones run screaming for their mothers. The dumb ones would try to fight and end up smears on the sidewalk.
The mob was just a way of life back home. Pretty much everyone in my area was involved in one way or another. Used to have to sit around and wait while my step-father did 'clean up'. Got used to dead bodies pretty early on.
Lemme guess, you earned the most bragging rights?!