The old memory may not be correct but I think it may have been Charles Bronson in one of those mid 70's modern westerns, . . . he was a bad dude who knew martial arts, . . . got into some kind of out West, Native American religious experience, . . . then had to do battle with a bunch of drugged out hippies with a lever action rifle.
The hippie bad dude was right when he told him "You can't kill all of us" so he just killed the leader (dead between the eyes, . . . broke his white sun glasses in half), . . . then addressed the second in command, . . . and all of a sudden our hero got whatever it was he wanted.
It ain't often you learn something useful from a movie, . . . but that one I never forgot. I still think it is the best answer, . . . shoot the talker, . . . then shoot the ones that move, . . . pretty soon you'll be in charge.
May God bless,
Dwight