[Ren peels away from their battleground in a rage, saber gripped tight in his left hand, the right pressed to his side for a few long strides before he clears the still-open doorway that leads back to Hux's apartment. It's an almost instantaneous shift, how quick he is to let go of all restraint: the coffee table's overturned with a howl, followed by anything within arm's reach— glass shatters, metal clatters to the floor— it's a fit brought on by more than what was left at his back.
One that General Hux will be forced to endure, as he so often must.]
After the Rey fight, obviously
One that General Hux will be forced to endure, as he so often must.]