Sinestro wedged the sniper's laser rifle into his armpit and snuck his way towards the courtyard, perching somewhat in the corner before giving the entenched mercenaries a couple of silent shots of hot shining death from behind as he charged.  Tossing away the rifle, Sinestro grabbed one of the defending mercanaries by the arm and wedged him in front, allowing the man to act as a human shield while the Prince closed with his enemies.   Sinestro knew he had to keep moving and stay close to any soft cover he could find.  There were surely other snipers in the courtyard, and they would be gunning for him.  He could only hope that the rebels would get to them before they got to him.<br/><br/>In the mean time, he didn't have time to think, all he could do was dodge, disarm, disable, dodge, disarm, disable.  He went flawlessly through his katas, calmly engaging in moves that would have been predictable and foolish to a native of Korugar, but were baffling to humans, even trained mercenaries.  Unfortunately, his body was getting tired quickly.  It was incredibly difficult to use a martial arts style designed around deliberate slowness in a situation where you needed to move fast.  His muscles screamed for a rest, barely able to keep up with the abuse his will was putting them to.  The agression that his fear brought.