Sean spat blood.  "Oh, and I was sure we could come to an agreement.", Sean kicked the m4 out of his hands while holding his jaw, bullets spurt from the barrel but none hit him, back on his feet Sean unsheathed his machete and wacked Tom over the head with the blunt side of the blade, he then proceeded to pick Tom up by his collar and place his machete against his throat. "It didn't have to come to this, I couldn't care less about what you'd do to these idiots as long as I'd have my fair share, but it seems everyone's dying tonight."