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CHARACTERS: Anakin, Cal & Obi-Wan
DATE: September, throughout
WARNINGS: fuckboy behaviour, probably talk of war and genocide
SUMMARY: training sessions and gross domestic stuff. if you ever wanted to oogle your Jedi neighbour here is your chance...

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[Cal's brows come together and in the moment before awareness catches up with him, before he ducks out of the way- Anakin offers a crooked, playful smile instead of a word of warning. They haven't been shoulder to shoulder in combat, his only real knowledge of Cal's abilities is what he's glimpsed in moments like this.

The pebbles go sailing by him as Cal's weight shifts; his guard opens up, but he keeps a good center of gravity. Anakin's eyes travel to his grip, centralized- on a hilt that's longer than his own- and then to Cal's lopsided grin. He remains on the defensive and Anakin knows that any other Master in this position would use patience. Obi-Wan and Plo Koon and Master Yoda would default to a neutral stance to welcome a challenge, to allow their opponent to test their strength.]

Why Cal-
[But Anakin is not patient.
He stalks forward, closing the distance between them as he swings. It's an overhead strike- meant to draw an opponent's block up, to force a choice from Cal to either expose his torso or give ground.]

I have no idea what you mean.

[ It's a good thing Anakin makes the first move, or they might've been here all day. As he brings his lightsaber down, Cal brings his up to block it—but rather than meet Anakin's saber head on, he uses the swing's momentum—and his own strength—to deflect the strike instead and sidestep out of the way.

A trick he learned while fighting Malicos—and his punishing overhead strikes. ]

Did Master Kenobi teach you that?

[ The rock thing, not the... other thing. He's smiling outright now, teasing in a good-natured way. He might have had his training cut off when he was a Padawan, but he's pretty sure they don't teach those kinds of underhanded tactics at the Temple. He tries to imagine Master Tapal pulling off such a move, but—nope. Not possible. ]

[He's used to breaking guards this way. It's natural for less experienced duellists to stand their ground when they shouldn't, to plant their feet and put all of their strength into their crossed blades. But he's found that the maneuver also holds true in those who over-estimate their power.

Instead of meeting him in a battle of wills and instead of throwing distance between them, Cal's blade carries his own. A smooth deflection.

Anakin, who has never been a very conventional Jedi anyway, doesn't bother to disguise the genuine pleasure in his expression. Good, he thinks.] No, that was the constant blaster fire. [He says it the way someone else might shrug. Though to be fair, dodging never-ending rounds became a necessity for everyone.]

Obi-Wan taught me the important things. Like sassy commentary during a fight.[His weight shifts, and Anakin brings his lightsaber around for a side strike as he continues pressing forward. Invading Cal's space.]

[ That gets a laugh out of Cal, even as he struggles a little to bring his lightsaber around to block Anakin's next strike, giving up some of his ground. ]

I noticed that before. [ Obi-Wan's penchant for sassy commentary, that is, during their fight against the weird creatures. Good to know it was passed down from Master to Padawan. ] Maybe you both can teach me a thing or two about that.

[ He sticks mostly to parrying and deflecting as Anakin presses forward, trying to stay agile and swift so he isn't forced too far back on his heels. He knew from the beginning that he would be outclassed, but it's now clear to him now just how outclassed he is—Anakin is fast, strong, relentless, much more experienced. And he's probably even holding back, which is a humbling thought.

He needs more space, to catch his breath. When the opportunity arises, he dives to the side and rolls out of the range of Anakin's lightsaber, quickly coming back up on his feet, guard up. ]

Something tells me you're a fast learner.

[Cal is slowing down- no. He's just struggling against the power of his strikes. Its good, that means it isn't a matter of reflexes or instincts, and his head is still in it. Those qualities are much harder to teach, sometimes even impossible. There are few capable of matching him blow for blow, and even fewer with a defence he can't break through; Cal's making good calls to redirect his strikes.The orange blade comes up, comes across, deflecting as he gives ground again and again. And then-

He dives out of range and Anakin's strike goes wide. As he cuts harmlessly through the air, Cal rolls neatly along his periphery, getting back to his feet. Anakin grins in his direction, pausing in his assault and bringing his blade back to center.] You're light on your feet, that's good.

[His stance squares up for this new distance between them.] If I want to get to you make me work for it. Using up some energy'll slow down my strikes.

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