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Kyros almost laughed. So primitive, these human weapons. He threw off his cloak, which exposed his armor, and compacted and crunched the grenade with the force, reducing the lethal grenade to a pile of bent scrap metal. Looking at the man behind the table he said, "That was Pitiful." He pulled up the entire table with the force and pushed it backwards, which spun it rapidly. This time he threw a knockout gas grenade and tossed it over in his direction, sucking in a deep breath of air, he ran towards the man with his lightsaber slashing to the right from the left side of the man, forcing him over to the right. "Bring it!"