#sparring practice

sparring practice for springfest

Did somebody say sparring practice with Dick?

Weiss Only Returned The Smirk, and used her Natural Flexibility to Pry herself from his sharp grip, utilizing a perfect somersault and a small bit of Ice dust to make a clean cut slide across the floor . "Looks as if You're Able to Read My Mind as Always Lie Ren,..." She than took a Confident Stance . "I Wanted to Make Sure My Fighting Skills,We're Still up to Par since my injury, Before heading off to Atlas,...You Guys Will Need My Expertise There for sure!" She took a deep breath, Grinning "How Am I Doing So far!?"

Thank you for the prompt, it’s a very good one! I’ll try to do it justice ❤ (P.S. sorry this was so late, I’ve been out all day until like now lol)

They’d done this thousands of times. Always the same result. Anakin lost. Period the end. Sparring was one of Anakin’s favorite pastimes, and he excelled at it against practically everyone in the Temple, except Obi-Wan it seemed. The older man was the expert on Form III in the Temple, everyone knew it, even Master Windu had sent praise his way. Despite the unsavory result, Anakin loved it. Sparring did more for his focus and emotions than meditation, and Obi-Wan was more than happy to oblige. But today, today was going to be different. Anakin could feel it. The Force sending whispers his way.

“Come now, Knight Skywalker. Are you sure you want to embarrass yourself yet again?” The older man smirked.

“I will beat you, Obi-Wan.”

“Do not whine about this when you lose, young one. I don’t want to hear it.” He quipped.

“It looks like your arrogance will be your downfall, old man.” Anakin teased in return, adding a sly smile for emphasis. Obi-Wan’s mouth well into a pout, feigning hurt.

“Well then.” His former Master gestured in front of him, ready to begin their session.

Both men thumbed their sabers, bringing up the hissing blades parallel to their bodies. They bowed, and Anakin made the first move. Anakin lunged towards Obi-Wan, bringing his blade down with a swoosh, only to be blocked by the older man. Typical, Anakin thought. Anakin swung his fizzing blue sword around his head, and spinning it in his hand as it made its way back in front of him. The Jedi began their usual routine. Falling into sync as they had done time and time again. Anakin’s aggressive Form V trying to exploit any opening and weakness in the older man’s defenses, but as usual, he could find none. Obi-Wan’s parries and counterattack impeccable, and could scarcely be broken through. They danced in circles around the vast chamber, easily groomed to each other’s preferences, ready for the next blow before it came. Obi-Wan’s Soresu perfectly capable of dismantling Anakin’s Djem So strikes. Frustrated, Anakin pushed off Obi-Wan and heaved in breaths, filling his lungs. His brows furrowed in concentration.

“Had enough already, dear one?” Kenobi mocked, raising and eyebrow.

“Quite the opposite, Master.” Anakin eyed the beads of sweat spilling down his Master’s fair skin. The perspiration pooling in the dip of the man’s collarbone. Anakin licked his lips, gaze retreating to the man’s face. “I’ve got you right where I want you.” He answered, a false confidence exuding from his lifting of both eyebrows.

Anakin closed his eyes, letting the Force swim through him, letting it wash over his conscious, and intertwine with the blood in his veins. Satisfied with the answer it provided, he gave a coy smile before he lifted his saber and stood in a Shien stance. He watched gleefully as the confusion flickered over Obi-Sean’s face, even if only for a second. Anakin jutted forward and bombarded the man with Ataru acrobatic combinations. Twist, strike, turn, strike, flip, strike. He’d never thrown these moves to Obi-Wan before, and he could feel the uneasy tension grow between them. Once Anakin could feel the weekend defense of his former Master, he reverted back to his Djem So attack style, and went after his Master with reckless abandon.

Unable to fend off the attacks, Obi-Wan faltered, and Anakin was inches away from his face. The azure blade hummed near his shoulder, and he craned away from it. Both men panted, eyes wide. Obi-Wan stared into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. A controlled frenzy bouncing beneath their surface, fighting for release. It was in that moment that Obi-Wan saw the man Anakin had become. How the Wars had changed him, molded him into the leader he needed to be. Adaptable, the session having proved that, strong, and courageous.

“Well…” Obi-Wan whispered. He reached up and tucked a stray blonde lock behind Anakin’s ear. “Very well done, Anakin.” He grasped onto the younger man’s bicep for support. The solid muscle tensed underneath his grasp.

“Thank you, Master. I learned from the best, after all.” Anakin offered the man a smile, and pulled him upright, his touch lingering on Obi-Wan’s waist.

Obi-Wan’s cheeks flushed at the complement, and the fingers resting on his waist. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze to the floor. He stepped out of the newly appointed Knight’s grasp and sheathed his saber, clipping it back to his belt.

“How about we go to Dex’s? My treat.” He offered.