Sam was running cold. Any warmth that he might have carried before washed away the second Sam had found out that those hunters had snatched his wife away under his very nose. Sam had taken his emotions and locked them away, save the one that kept him going -- the emotion that made him the hunter he was now, tearing through his enemies, spilling blood in the name of the person that he was on the verge of losing.
He wouldn't lose her. He would kill every person in the world if he had to. Ruby wasn't going to die.
With a strong hand, Sam grabbed the hunter attacking him with the knife by the wrist and smacked his hand against the wall. The blade hit the ground and skidded across the hallway, leaving Sam to tangle with a weaponless hunter. The fight didn't last very long. Sam landed and took a few hits, but in the end it was the bullet that came screaming out of the end of his gun that settled the fight.
Another dead hunter slumped to the floor.
Sam heard a gunshot and knew that Booth had taken out another. Wordlessly, he stepped over the body and raised his gun as he kept to the path ahead. He didn't know where Ruby was. He didn't even know which direction he was supposed to go in. The only thing he did know for certain was that if there were hunters jumping out at them, that meant that they were getting close. They wanted to stop him from getting to her. They wouldn't get the chance.