Listening to [member="Broorn Sabor"] scream in pain was not exactly enjoyable. What was, however, was the fact that justice had been served. Bit overkill really, but Tugoro did not care, he did what had to be done. Stepping to the side, the boy's body would begin it's descent towards the ground, landing quietly as his legs bent with the impact, absorbing most of it. He had exerted a powerful stream of telekinesis from his palms as he fell, lessening the potential death fall's danger greatly. Standing to his full height, the padawan's booted feet would carry him over to the Chiss, who was now propped up against the dumpster, on the ground. This scene was rather familiar, he figured if he walked away at this point he would find a blaster bolt in his back. Withdrawing the small glass container of spice from his jacket pocket, Tugoro would toss it gently to the man, it landing in his lap. "Heh, next time stick to junkies." He would say, referring to who he sold to.
Rearing his leg just as the spice dealer had earlier, Tugoro's lower limb would curve around in a kick, that aimed to collide with the side of the man's head. It probably wouldn't knock him out, however it would leave him dazed. Dazed enough hopefully for Tugoro to escape, unharmed. No Republic officers would arrive to arrest the man, he would simply be left in pain until someone found him. As Tugoro made his way down the alley, he figured that the Chiss could be considered a loose end, something he had heard a lot of criminals talking about at a young age. Either way, he would continue through the darkness, aiming to leave the man alone.
