For a human. What the hell was that even supposed to mean? Nothing about her, aside from the speed and strength, gave her away as anything else but human. He could question it another time, if he ever cared to know the answer.

"You're welcome to try," he growled. "I've suffered worse."

He was prepared to take the risk, too, until he noticed the droid. Of course, back home no one would have challenged him, and his actions certainly wouldn't have been policed by droids. Maybe they'd report back to maintenance, and some automated message about light saber damage would irritate General Hux. But things were different here, and not just because they were glittery.

When Kylo lashed out again, it wasn't towards Mordred. He grabbed his own droid, already creeping up on him the same as hers, and flipped it, hurtling it towards the other one. It didn't really save them from getting glitterbombed entirely, since both droids were now showering it indiscriminately as they flailed, but it was better than a direct hit.