If Garviel had been in control of himself, he'd have fallen back to reassess the situation, and dodge the incoming counter that a part of his mind knows is coming from Revan. But the Berserker nature of his class is starting to show around the edges, cracks in his frayed self-control obvious now, and he tries to press the attack, left fist pummeling inward at Revan's chest, trying to follow up the deflected knee.