As soon as Samuel felt resostance, her turned his head. Seeig a hand grabbing your arm, he used his spare hand to draw his logsword from its sheath, and *SSSSSHHHHHHHHINK!* one swing clear at the wrist of your captive. If all goes well it should pop off like a ripe grape. Samuel swings the blade again at the side of the box car leading to the next box towards the engine. One boot kick later, aaaannnd...
WADA BAM! The wall went crashing down. Samuel picks you up by your waiste, and places you in the next car.

"Maybe that trip to the islands will take a little longer eh?" Samuel chuckles as he sheaths his sword, and grabs the colt on his right side. "Cmon keep moving. That way." He points his gun towards the engine room, and back glances over his shoulder.