"Someone who cuts out a cancer is a healer, not an assassin, though I suppose I shouldn't have expected a thug to know the difference."

The crowd is moving away from them, raised voices, screams, shouts. Nomar's window of opportunity to act is closing, and he knows it.

He throws his full mental strength at Garyn, sharp and ruthless as an ice pick between the eyes, "Yield!" But he also lunges toward Garyn, hoping the mental blow will slow Garyn's responses enough that he can drive his lightsaber into Garyn's skull through the opening in his helmet.