"Weird how things work, right?" Tyrin mused aloud to the nameless Mandalorian fellow hovering above the ground, clawing at his throat as the Sith strangled him with nothing but the force. It was funny how everyone did that when strangled in such a manner. As if their hands were somehow able to ward away the force itself. It was probably juts a natural response. Around them were the sprawled forms of the one's who had accompanied him. Bruised, battered, and unconscious every one. It had been a great ambush, and Tyrin had enjoyed it very much. Especially this part.
"I mean, you guys get sent out from the pub to go tell the Sith Empress a couple of her people are causing trouble, and I just happen to be outside to intercept." Tyrin increased the pressure on the Mandalorian's neck, prompting sputtering gasps from the poor fellow. "Real great how this coincidence stuff works. Now it's like she won't find out until it's over, thus prolonging the whole thing. Pretty funny, right?"
The Mandalorian's only response to this was to grunt and gurgle and, well, basically asphyxiate. It wasn't as though he was in a position to do much else. Eventually he went slack, dropping into unconsciousness. A few more moments and Tyrin could probably kill the poor fellow, but he honestly didn't care enough to do so. Best save the murders for more important people.
"Well, I thought it was funny. Anyway..." Tyrin let the Mandalorian drop to the ground, making his way over to the pub. He lingered outside the bar, circling it and peeking inside through windows every so often. There was nothing quite like a good old fashioned bar brawl. Then again, there was nothing old fashioned here. At least, not where Sith and Mandalorians were concerned simultaneously. Tyrin did not bother to conceal his presence, either physically or in the force. Both sides would probably be too wrapped up in their squabbles to take note of a mere apprentice.
