Sam kept his body pinned close to the car, shoulders tensing as he waited for the approaching figures to get closer. He could hear their footsteps growing louder against the pavement and, only when they grew loud enough to make Sam question their location, Sam peered out from the side of the vehicle to check and see where they were at. Close. Almost too close. Their eyes were black, too, so it seemed very unlikely that Sam and Shay would be convincing them to join them on the journey back. Sam shot Shay a pointed sort of look, then tilted his head back toward the other side of the car where the trio was coming in from. They needed to put them down.
Bolting out from behind the car, Sam immediately flipped the gun over in his hands and smacked the closest figure upside the head with the end of his gun. The gun collided with his skull easily and the black-eyed figure was quick to drop down onto the pavement. Years of experience taught Sam what amount of force was necessary when it came down to knocking a man out. As far as armed combat went, it was a pretty generous tactic. Putting a man down quick versus giving him one hell of a beatdown? Yeah, most would take the unconscious route. Turning, Sam ducked just as an arm swept out and tried to slug him upside the head. His torso pulled back as that Sam attacker swung out with a metal object - a crowbar, it seemed - only just narrowly avoiding the attack. Judging from the clumsy movements of the attacks, Sam could tell that these men were inexperienced in combat. That didn't change the fact that they were angry and scared. They were still dangerous, experienced or not.