Two more swings came before Kylo's crimson saber came to a halt just over Kytana's shoulder. He was certain had she not pushed him back he would have cleaved her without second thought, not by accident. No. He felt her presence the same as he oft did, knew she would be here, though the teleportation was a bit of a shock. Blown back, swinging arm moving out to the side as he caught himself short from the edge of the hold, he shook his head at his master.
"No!" he screamed. Kylo Ren did not deny her demand because he felt she was weak. He denied it because he was so full of rage, of hatred, of anger, that he was blinded despite knowing well Kytana would rip him apart for it. Maybe verbally. Likely physically. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore but finishing his mission. Fulfilling his grandfather's vision.
So he raised one hand ahead of himself and let that darkness seep around the cargo hold in attempts at grabbing Luke and proceeding to try and hold him still. Kylo Ren was certain it would not be an easy task but he overestimated himself, or perhaps he was just powerful. Regardless, he had to try. For his mind quickly followed whatever hold made--or didn't--to shred him apart from the inside. A bold, reckless move that allowed Luke to see back into his own agony if he so wanted. But no one wanted to be there. Kylo Ren didn't want to be there...