Still wired, Kal is only aware of movement and an impact.

His hand rises as Morad bounces back, uppercut-style, stopping just beneath the soft flesh of the chin. Only a twitch would send the concealed vibroblade into the possible threat's neck.

"What took you so long?"

He snaps his hand down again. The Jedi.

'Fierfek, is he going to do that -every- time we meet? I'm having a heart attack over here!'

'We can only hope.'

Kal frowns silently, ignoring the familiar quarreling of his brothers. He really didnt have an answer for the Jedi, so he didnt give one. How long had he been out of the fight? It was a blur of noise and movement.

"We need to move." He insists instead, moving around the Jedi to do just that; leading them off into the twisted backalleys of Corellia. He does so with a distinct sway, and his left boot was leaving a bloody print in its wake, but he moves.

"And for void's sake keep the kriffing saber in your shirt, this time."