My Sweet Rose painting

By way of reply the bulky monster chittered hideously and swung out a massivelimb. It caught an unprepared Luke across the temple and sent him spinning acrossthe room, crashing through tables and shattering a large jug filled with a foul-smellingliquid. The crowd edged back farther, a few grunts and warning snorts coming fromsome of them as the drunken monstrosity pulled a wicked-looking pistol from itsservice pouch. He started to wave it in Kenobi's direction. That spurred the heretofore-neutral bartender to life. He came chargingclumsily around the end of the bar, waving his hands frantically but still taking care tostay out of range. "No blasters, no blasters! Not in my place!" the rodent thing chattered threateningly at him, while the weapon wieldingmany-eye spared him a warning grunt. In the split second when the gun and its owner's attention was off him, the oldman's hand had moved to the disk slung at his side. The short human started to yellas a fiery blue-white light appeared in the dimness of the cantina. He never finished the yell. It turned into a blink. When the blink was finished,the man found himself lying prone against the bar, moaning and whimpering as hestared at the stump of an arm. In between the start of his yell and the conclusion of the blink, the rodent-thinghad been cleft cleanly in half down the middle, its two halves falling in opposite