In all of the confusion, Caderin the barkeeper was able to get some blasters and blaster-rifles out of the metal container. He gave one of the blasters to Miserabus and one of the rifles. Both men slowly made their way out of the area by a backdoor. Caderin look at the placed and said with a sad tone: "And I was having a good time. No wonder why the other owner sold it so cheap." "Don't give up on the Bantha." Miserabus said. "You are doing very good. All it requires is just a little touch up paint here an there." At that moment, Izbeth, who had thrown debris to her attacker, did not calculate the strength and sent some of the debris to different parts of the room. One of them almost hit Miserabus. He jumped backed breathing rapidly. "Boy, who am I kidding. You need a last loan to fix this place." Naz-Mero, feeling Miserabus' and Caderin's retreat to safety concentrated in the Force and sent the bounty hunter flying to the entrance of the cantina with a Force blow. Then he took the vials into his hands and run to the men going out of the backdoor. He handed them to Miserabus and said, "See if you can find an antidote to these. It is my guess that more people will suffer from these. I'm trusting in you. Caderin I will help you rebuild this place. Besides, that would give us a chance to make it look good from scratch. Now go!" Naz-Mero motioned them to keep walking and close the door behind them. "Thank you noble man," Caderin shouted from the other side of the door. "And may the Force be with you," Miserabus said before walking away. "Izbeth, are you feeling better?" Her husband asked through the Battle Meld while blocking a strike from the Dark Jedi. He took a step back and place his lightsaber on his right hand in a downward position. He left himself open for any attack as a symbol of wanting to stop the fight. "Once again, I urge you to stop." He said looking at the man on the floor standing up again. "Kehnji, hit the deck!" Naz-Mero shouted on both mediums, his voice and the Battle Meld. Naz-Mero use the Force and threw a table towards Kehnji, just in time to block a group of darts that Schriik-cree shoot at him. Kehnji instinctively roll on the floor to the left, thus giving him more room to deflect any darts that the table might have missed. But he never saw the blow that came from the piece of permacrete that the other Dark Jedi threw at him. Kehnji fell forward, but used his hands to brake the fall. Still, he hit hard the floor with his face, bruising his right cheek. The Dark Jedi that he was fighting stood and walked to him. His face, covered with blue and yellow tattoos, really made the man look frightening. Somehow it resemble Darth Maul's idea of making yourself look fearful. "You will remember my name now Jedi, as you walked to your place of light after your death. Or maybe a place of darkness for you. Either way, you will remember that Dragakar Momnns was the adversary that defeated you." Dragakar, who had remained anonymous until now, raised his lightsaber high and came down hard towards Kehnji.