It was clear to him by the man's reaction that he had never met a Force user before. His reaction would have been humorous, if Starkiller could focus on anything but the pounding in his head. It was becoming apparent that the head injury he had sustained in the beginning of the arena was going to hinder him more than he expected. The longer her held onto the man, the more his head spun.

He would have to take care of him quickly, it seemed. Starkiller hadn't been looking for a battle, but he'd found one and he wouldn't hesitate to off Gannicus if he really had to.

"It's the reason you should have ran when you had the chance," he snarled.

He drew on Sith lightning, holding his free hand palm out. Electricity crackled in it, and he was just about to sling it at Gannicus when he lost control of it and he felt the crackle of electricity flow up his arm. With his focus lost, he let Gannicus drop to the ground, the effort to conjure the lightning leaving him unable to hold on any longer, the lightning causing his arm to go numb.

Starkiller knew then that he wouldn't be able to use the Force without killing himself. It was too much energy, and he was already drained enough as it was. It was frustrating, but he knew he would need to run.

"You live, for now."

It was a warning more than anything, not to cross him again in the future. As Gannicus recovered from the fall, Starkiller turned around and stumbled away a fast as he could.