Kylo gives a hiss of frustration, glancing towards the nearest egress. Any intention he has of heading towards it is diverted when one of the creatures doubles back, away from him. As it goes to strike, he reacts without thinking, harnessing the Force around the spear.

He could leave it harmlessly frozen in the air. Or reverse its course and impale the beast on its own crude weapon. A satisfying thought. Instead, he gives a single small gesture and knocks it off course. With the trajectory rendered harmless, it lands in the dirt inches away from where she’s headed.

Not a threat. A message. This conversation isn't finished.