would turn to glare at him when she seemed to realize who was fooling with the schmantics of the battle, and the Master of the Order couldn't help but shoot 'ol Sithy a big, cheeky, goofy grin as he looked her dead in the eyes. He knew he'd pissed her off. And he reveled in that fact.
The big man's feet kept firmly planted on the ground, though his concentration wavered for a moment to keep his footing. But it wasn't long before his Battle Meditation was back on board. Josh had been expecting an attack like that to try and deal with a large group of people around her, though he hadn't expected her to somehow be able to cause that damage to Vulps' kid in the process. But it was the ships that caused things to truly go to hell in a handbasket. After what she did, he wanted to tear Nova in half. But he kept his calm, kept his cool... With so many boiling over heads right now, someone here had to keep theirs and ensure that matters went smoothly. Josh was a warrior, a combatant, it was true... But there were so many bodies throwing themselves at Ayra that Josh would only risk hurting allies if he struck head on with so many people there.
He also wanted to keep Battle Meditation up to it's full potential. Actively attacking full force meant his focus would weaken. He was better suited right now to keeping it up and waiting for his opportunity...
As the ships attacked though, Josh had already pulled out a comlink around the same time Vulpesen would signal for Riamah to call for the Dark Hand. The truth was that anything with "Republic" on the name was going to trigger the paranoid anxiety of the former Republic Jedi Grandmaster. He was not coming to a "Republic Summit" without a platoon of Rangers waiting on the Maekrix, and any Jedi that wished to be in the vicinity for backup in case things went wrong... As they usually did when it came to pretty much any new Republic that reared it's ugly head.
"All Rangers, begin mitigating any damage from the ships and escorting civilians. If anyone lands from them, take them out. You will feel the effects of Battle Meditation shortly... It should aid you. May the Force be with you all."
But Josh wasn't content to just call in help and keep up the support end... Oh no, at his core, he was a fighter. And even if he knew what needed to be done, and knew where his focus needed to be... He was intent on striking at Ayra in some way, even if small.
Another grin, one of unrestrained mischief, would begin to crawl across his face as Josh would hold out a hand, waiting for the right moment... Fire would begin to dance in his hands as he watched the battle.
And with that, he began to launch small fireballs at Ayra. Nothing that took too much energy, or too much focus... He wasn't aiming to damage her.
... He was aiming to set her hair on fire.