Tyscio Korban sat up, the broke pieces of bathroom things laying crushed underneath.
"ouch." he murmured, his eyes seeing Malice rush to attack Kahn.
He felt around his waist and pulled out his bag of mashed pods that had turned into syrup.
Opening the bag, he took a whiff and nearly gagged.
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He stood shakily up and as the Sith was occupied with Kahn, he opened his bag and through the contents at Malice's back.
His back dripped with the stink.
"Ok, you pompous excuse for a Bantha's ingrown toenail.. Let's see what you're made of." he mumbled harshly to himself.
Ignoring the little demon whatever that the Wookiee was handling, he pulled out a light fixture that was attacked to the side wall.
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Gripping the base tightly he readied himself.