"Sounds good to me" said Drang, in between coughing fits that brought blood slopping up behind his lips. He spat on the floor, head lowered, leaving a dark stain of gore and ruined tissue spattered across the stonework even as Jebha began healing him. As the veteran Jedi's power began to spread through his body, Drang staggered over to one of the Dark Jedi, and retrieved his equipment. As he pulled the grenades, firearms and miscellaneous, evil-looking devices from the man's grasp, he noticed a slight twitching in the muscles. With surprise, he noticed that the man was still alive, still clinging to life despite the grotesque injury inflcited to him. Desperate pleading filled those eyes, as one monster looked up into anothers, Drangs' so rendered almost demonic by the horrific engorement of the blood vessels, the spreading a crimson stain across the scelerea, the pupils twitching in pain. Drang closed his eyes, and, for a moment, the Sith felt hope for mercy.
With an idle, contemptuous flourish, Drang unholster and leveled his pistol, the soft metal 'click' of the cocking hammer striking back ringing like a bell in the silence, and blew the man's brains out of his skull.
"See you in Hell" he murmured, as he turned away, overcoat trailing behind his loping stride.