Tyran snapped up his blaster, staring at the wannabe Sith on the far left. He smirked as he heard Torkin making his own stand. Good man, but there was no chance they were going to back down. Still... it wouldn't do to take the<em>first</em>shot. He tensed, bending his knees slightly. They'd be quick, even if they were half a Jedi. He'd have to be quicker.