Pfh. Jedi. Masters of nothing, saving giving unwanted advice. Kylo really seemed otherwise uninterested, now. Somewhere in his subconscious he was listening, planning, thinking perhaps he would make do with what this island hell had to offer...but on the surface he was doing everything in his power not to walk away.
Then he capitalized upon his fear, perhaps not his greatest but definitely something he struggled with. His struggle for power, his own power, his own thirst and he growled. Temper flaring he turned away from the woman and made a sweeping pass of his hand. In its wake a tidal wave of energy passed across the asphalt and grass, ripping it up from its place and revealing dirt. A window in a nearby fashion boutique shattered. Kylo Ren growled again and reached for the hilt of his saber.
"I did not come here for your unwarranted words!" he said over his shoulder as he moved closer to the sidewalk. Blade drawn, red trifecta igniting with a buzz, he dragged the tip wrong-side to the cement, tearing it apart like a chainsaw spinning its loop endlessly. It wasn't clean, it was purposefully messy. A flick of the wrist and the cut would be smooth like a knife in warm butter. This was reckless for recklessness sake.
"This is the path I chose! It is mine!"
A clean slice was brought through a fire hydrant and water shot ferociously into the sky before falling onto the street. Kylo Ren was quickly drenched without care as he hacked the metal to bits.