"Leon, I don't think--you can lift--a boulder--"

But Jaime could blast through it.

"Stand clear!"

Blue cracks appear in it and it explodes, though its blast radius isn't very far, and then he's up again, rather quickly, and launches himself towards Sam, because Leon will get there, but he's not getting there before Sam snags the Yeerkball.

Most of the conspirators are standing down or hurt. It's down to Sam, really.

It's always been down to Sam.

"You have a funny way of not hurting people, Sam. Hurting them to help them--are you from some weird version of Bizarro World? Is that how it works there?"

He's being a little rough, but this makes him mad.

"I hate to do this. I don't want to fight you. But this isn't about doing what's easy--it's about doing what's right."

Jaime wants to make Sam feel more banged around than he actually is. Knock the wind out of him. Not cause any real damage while he's doing it. That's why lifts him up off the ground by his collar, flies towards the wall again, and slams him back against it, pinning him there, intending to do so until Leon can cuff him.

Despite it being relatively innocuous, this is what turns out to be the grand mistake of the evening.