Boone let go of the limb.
The treelet snapped back. Branches slashed into the guard's face.
Out of reserves he had not known existed, Boone drew strength to hurl himself into spasmodic action. He twisted, kicked for the guard's legs with all his might.
The man went down with a hoarse, choked shout.
Boone lurched down upon him. His elbow smashed at the other's temple.
The guard sagged, glaze-eyed and groggy.
Snatching up the blaster, Boone hit his adversary with the butt, a savage blow.
The guard went limp, unconscious.
Sick, sobbing for breath, Boone slumped beside him.
But only for a moment.