Raezyr suddenly appeared behind the skinny man. "I suggest you rethink this, before you find your body has grown an extra orface," Raezyr said casually. The skinny man frowned. "It's not what you think, Sith. You're being set up by the Exchange. We can take you to Deengo... and..." his hand dropped for his blaster as he spun to the left away from Raezyr and the light saber hilt being held to the center of his back... and into the snap-hiss of Raezyr's second blade igniting, the dark blue short blade piercing his chest cavity under his right arm. He died then, a look of bewilderment etched on his face.
At the same instant, one of the two men holding Trychon dropped to a knee, drawing his blaster as he did, while the other ran for the door. Trychon's blade snap-hissed to life, mid-swing and sliced the man's arm off as he was bringing the weapon to bear against Raezyr. A quick angled up stroke removed the top of his head, sending it flying across the room and into a blue-skinned Twilek dancer, who then promptly feinted.
No words needed to be exchanged. The flicked their blades off and charged out the door after the 3rd man. They needed this one alive. They needed answers.
So much for 'diffusing the buzz!'
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