Jacen spies a flowering bush of a type he doesn't immediately recognize, but is noteable for the simple reason that it has older flowers nestled among newer blooms...the older ones becoming darker and unsightly.
"There," he says, drawing his sword. "The garden is excellently kept, but this bush could use a little pruning, wouldn't you say?"
He pauses only a moment, marking the stale blossoms in his mind's eye...then he steps forward, tilting his wrist and hand this way and that. The blade of his father's sword moves too fast to see more than a blur of moonlight from its flat, making it look as if there were just a few fireflies in the air between Jacen and the bush.
Then pulls the sword back.
(Don't know if I need a roll or anything. If not, or if it works
There's a pause, and then one by one, the afflicted flowers drop off the bush, leaving the nearby healthy blooms perfectly intact.