The last one was a pretty big guy, but Sam had him pretty matched with his own size. A long leg shot out to kick the guy in the knee, sending him down on the other easily. Sam moved forward to knock him out with his gun, but the man was quick enough to swing his own weapon out, slicing Sam along the side of his leg with the pointed edge of the crowbar. Sam stumbled back at that, eyes darting down to take in the sight of his blood staining the end of the weapon that had just caught him in the thigh. His opponent was suddenly a bigger threat than he had been five seconds ago. Sam flipped the shotgun over in his hands and took aim, squaring the shot right for his chest. He didn't hesitate. Sam shot the guy down, watching with satisfaction as he fell flat on his back and grabbed at his chest wildly.
No bullets. Rock salt rounds. It'd hurt, but it wouldn't kill the guy.
"Let's go," Sam said sharply, finding that Shay had already finished her own opponent off. She was quick, Sam would give her that. Impressed, Sam gestured for her to start following him again. "We need to move quickly. Someone would have heard that shot."