Katya was on her feet in an instant, raising a hand which produced a spear of light pointing at one of the soldiers throats. "I don't want to hurt him," she said as calmly as she could manage. "I want to believe you are all doing this because Carreyra persuaded you this is the right thing to do. But," she said, the spear moving to the point it was almost pricking the skin of the throat, "if you don't leave now, he dies."