Nothing was ever easy, but since leaving Dantooine, it often seemed like there were extra complications with nearly everything – pointless hassles he shouldn't have had to bother with. If only he could strike them all down with his lightsaber once and for all and move on.
Damn it. He caught a glimpse of metal as the alien vaulted over him. Exar prepared, whirling around in a defensive stance and ignited his saber. Having another Jedi compete with him for the jewel did potentially make things more interesting, even exciting. When the Togruta taunted him again and went running, he realized he also didn't have the time or interest being found anywhere near the scene of the theft. His agitation with the situation was rising, and the overt defiance and cheek didn't help.
Exar leapt up from the stairwell and gave chase. The thief had a decent lead on him after her little trick, but he had plenty of his own. He violently reached out into the Force, while outwardly gesturing toward his target with a grasping motion. With a fist drawn, he jerked her backward; the movement was gradual at first, then greatly increased in momentum as he tapped in to the once-dormant anger he'd been utilizing more recently.
He closed the gap between them and regarded the alien determinedly, his lips curled in a half-scowl. "Now face me as a Jedi, not a thief," he demanded in a long-extinct accent, training his saber's blade in her direction. "And let that decide the rightful owner of the amulet." Kun was completely assured he'd win any duel, especially against the likes of what he considered a coward. "Or you can just give it to me and make it easier for yourself," he added with a shrug.