Ennis snarls, "That right?" Biker mutters something, Ennis grabs him, shoves him aside roughly. He gives a roundhouse kick at the other one, who goes a-flyin'.
"Whut about it? You wanta lose half your fu**in' teeth, huh?" he growls at the first dirtbag.
"Not tonight Bud, I'd sure rather not," the chickenshit pleads, as he crawls away from Ennis, turning to check on his comatose buddy.
Fireworks explode, the girls are squallin', Alma is in shock, and Ennis just stands there, silouhetted against the brightly lit-up sky, wishin' he woulda killed at least one of the m*f*ckers.
(Hope nobody minds I took some license here, just to get thru a difficult scene.)