“Ugh!” Exar vainly tried cutting himself free, but with his arm held fast by the monstrous hand, he remained there in her grasp. His eyes widened as she managed to bind him completely, reminiscent of his point of origin. More damn tentacles. Why do these things always come for me? he wondered. Maybe the alchemical beast on Yavin had a distant relation in this galaxy after all. Yet again, he was in yet another struggle for his life – at least that's how he felt about the rapidly changing situation. He hated feeling helpless.
It wasn't fun for him, rather humiliating as he was reeled in like a toy. Even as he was firmly bound, he continued to struggle against the tendrils and glared at the smirking face he quite frankly wanted to punch. "If you're going to have your hands all over me...” his tone was raw with rage as he sneered back, “you could at least make it exciting!" Kun remained curiously dormant in the Force; in reality, he was attempting to shore up his anger, an idea he was beginning to understand far better in the midst of the present situation.
He chose his saber over the amulet, but the loss of the dark side artifact was yet another blow and unacceptable. “You're not getting another damned thing from me!” Kun slashed the saber directly at the creature's 'eyes' before she could grab the hilt.