The telekinetic wave of force energy hit [member="Nob Soldat"] successfully, causing him to stumble backwards onto the table. After the impact, Tugoro would watch as the man removed his helmet, slowly getting to his knees as well. Listening to the Mandalorian's words, the inner conflict would be more than obvious as the boy looked around, confused, not sure what to do. Casting glances around the area, the padawan's eyes would drift over the five dead bodies that would remain lifeless forever. What right did this man have to take them? Why had he done it, it was so unnecessary! The boy would bare his teeth at the man, a fiery hatred present in Tugoro's emerald eyes as he looked the Mandalorian's way.
Lowering his vision to the ground, Tugoro would begin to focus on the blaster pistol that had been sent skidding onto the floor. Extending his arm, the boy's open palm would begin to aim at the weapon, causing it to fly through the air and into his hand. Gripping the firearm's handle tightly, the young padawan would position the barrel straight at the Mandalorian. It was true, he was unarmed, and it was the Jedi's way to take in criminals that were no longer dangerous. Unfortunately for Nob, Tugoro was not feeling remorseful today. Squeezing down on the blaster's trigger, the padawan would begin to unload it's ammo pack into the man's chest, before firing a single bolt directly at his forehead. The entire cantina grew silent, watching in horror as the teenager attempted to execute the Mandalorian. If all was said and done, Tugoro's arm would whip to the side, tossing the weapon to the ground. "Jedi business, go back to your drinks." He stated, kneeling down to grab the heavy soldier.
Eventually, Tugoro would heave the man's corpse out of the bar, struggling to get him to doorway. The criminal was extremely tall and heavy, a bad mix for the fifteen year old that attempted to carry him. After taking the man's Mandalorian armor, Tugoro would disappear, annoyed at the fact that it didn't fit.