Raezyr trotted along the trail, holding his lightsaber up his sleeve, ready to drop it into his grip and snap it on, should it be necessary. He could see the clearing just up a head through the trees, and a few of the monks standing around.
A short time before, he had felt someone using the Force, and from the feel, he was pretty sure it was Trychon. Raezyr had been in the middle of helping Mathias pound out some tools when he suddenly dropped the big hammer, and ran out the door, mumbling an apology. Mathias had called something after him, but Raezyr was already in a full sprint, and didn't hear what the blacksmith said.
He slowed to a walk as he neared the clearing. Trychon was still standing in the middle, next to some sort of unmoving giant beetle. Raezyr watched as the small crowd cheered for the other Sith.
Tucking his own hilt back inside of his robes, he walked forward and inspected the carnage all around. The smell of burnt insects still lingered as he looked over the giant bug and smaller ones laying around. Finally he turned to Trychon. "You couldn't have waited?" Raezyr said, obviously dismayed at missing out on the action.
"Actually, I could have used the help, but I don't think they were going to wait," Trychon retorted, chuckling a bit.
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