Emryc spat out a glob of blood on the ground before wiping his lips. When the Zabrak spoke, he actually looked down at his toes to confirm that they were, in fact, not twinkling. It was clear the half Sephi was entirely unfazed by insults, his eyes instead betraying a bit of curiosity.
“Not a Jedi,” He said as he prodded at the bike to see if it still worked. Hilariously, the thing simply smoked and fell apart into pieces, “Not a Sith…” He then glanced over at the Zabrak’s friends, deciding how many others he would have to hurt if they got in his way.
“I’m trying to make a getaway,” Emryc said calmly. He had quite a deep cut in his arm from a shard of glass piercing through. He grimaced as he plucked the glass out, gritting his teeth and grunting through the pain as he tossed it aside.
Emryc looked at the guns in the hands of both of the other teens and he rolled his eyes, “If you’re gonna pop me, make it quick. Otherwise I’m gonna keep looking for rides outta here,” He followed up by walking around to inspect other bikes. He would have to hotwire these instead and that took much longer.
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