Cade glares at his new prisoners, he makes a show of counting each using the tip of his beskad. Alright, everyone lay on your stomach, hand on your heads, fingers inter-laced. He instructed, You stay put, anyone run away, I'll hunt down and I will slaughter you. Undertood?
The small crowd nodded and hastily complied with the orders.
Cade turned and walked over to the hutuun shooting at Ge'tal. When he got close enough, he yelled at them. One turned faster than his buddy.
"..wha--?"
Before he could finish, Cade had swung the blade across the man's throat. The confused look gave way to realization and panicked groping for the opening wound to stem the blood flow as he collapsed to the ground.
Cade pointed the bloody blade at the next man that turned. On your knees di'kute!