Gaul calmly finishes his drink in one deep pull, and throws his cup mightily directly at Hand 6’s face, knocking the child out cold. He then reaches behind him and snags Hand 3 by the collar, and power slams them into the floor one-handed in an arc over his head. He turns to the Hands left standing. 

“Give up now, and we’ll go easy on you. Or you can refuse, and piss me off. Choice is yours.”

Suddenly, light cages spring up around the Hands. “That takes care of that then.”