*Deac has just enough time to say "K'warra? How many times is it now?" before the bolts hit him in the chest, shunting him into the nearest wall. He looks up*
Deac: You'll regret that.
*Deac force leaps into the air and ignites his sabers as he moves swiftly down...*
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