There was something highly unfortunate about the knight and it was his temper. The wick on the end of the cartoonish black bomb that was his patience was far too short and, in this moment, the little spark that had lit only moments ago was now feeding itself into the base.
Kylo Ren exhaled heavily and reached for his saber. The tell-tale zwoom came as the button was pressed, the blade and two prongs shooting out to their appropriate lengths. At least, perhaps luckily for Lily, he turned and stomped away several yards before dragging the ragged side of the lightsaber through the grass, tearing it up as if it were a chainsaw of light and energy. He groaned in annoyance, no longer wanting to play games with the redhead who could not understand him. If he did not comprehend her magic then he could not ask her to do something. Anything he could imagine he could already do with the Force.
"You should go," Kylo Ren said darkly over his shoulder from where he hunched slightly, blade hovering just over the ground that he had wrecked in his temper tantrum wake.
"Now."
It was for her own good, really, and out of the shred of kindness in his heart that he told her this.