"Handle the girl? Bah, I can handle both the girl and the other Jedi if he pokes his head in." There was a kind of lag in his voice, the kind you hear when every word is punctuated with a heavy intake of air. It was also noteworthy that he spoke without moving his lips much, exposing his brown and black teeth to the air. "I'd me more worried about the master, he's a real big shot. The kind who other jedi look up to, the big man in charge y'know? How're you gonna deal with that kind of power?"

As he spoke he was busy fiddling with the belt on his chest, loading it into Comb. She was being a bit stubborn today, not letting him fit the belt in as easily as it should be. Brush knew what to do about a stubborn gun. With a grotesque grunt he spit into his hand, rubbing it into the hole in the side. Lubing it up for the belt. "I'm gonna unload this first belt, but I'm not sure how I'll be able to reload. Jedis are smart and all that. I'll have to use the stun stick on 'em to hold em back." 

There was a slight pause as he hoisted Comb to his waist, pulling the belt taught around his chest. Letting the belt hold part of the weight was a practice uncommon among most soldiers, it often caused damage to the internal mechanisms. Brush didn't really care, he had a guy he could go to and get Comb fixed up. "We'll have to come up with something on the fly, won't we Bloodshot?" His fat hand patted the armored man on the back, Brush was laughing a deep and phlegmy cough of a laugh. This was just another weekday for him, killing jedi was just a perk of the job.