Five to add to the Six.

One leading the other four. He was not the last to die, but his death will be appreciated by more than just myself. A ripping bite to his throat. I can still feel the blood spewing from the gaping wound, pouring over my face.
Two and Three dead with a quick cut to their throat.
Four, same as the first.
Five, a loss of hand to start. Thoroughly drunk when his end came. A bite to the neck, too.

The information I needed was gathered. That is justification enough.