You pant as you stare up at your arch-nemesis, Cassian, who is currently smirking at your position on the floor, out of breath. His men surround you, all of them ready to shoot if needed.

You growl lowly standing up, and with your skills, you succeed to take the gun from one of them all. That only makes them cock their guns, ready to shot.

"If any of you bastard shoot, I'll have all your heads by tomorrow." Cassian barks out a command, and at the same time, they all drop the guns.