Disclaimer: Lucasarts and Bioware and Obsidian own, I just twisted the canon Revan to my liking.
Author's note: Not beta-read, sorry about that. Hey! Reviews keep the story going.
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The practise field of the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine was rumbling with the sounds of two light sabres - a yellow and a blue one - clashing against each other at such a rapid pace it looked like a moving wall of light to the normal eye. Other padawans had wisely opted to avoid the field while Master Kavar was sparring with one of the most promising students, Revan.
Finally the young woman somersaulted away from her master. They turned and froze, their knees bent, their sabres raised, eyes locked, both watching for the other one's next move. Kavar slowly moved his blue light sabre forward and grabbed its handle with both hands, while Revan held her yellow one, curiously enough, in her left hand.
"Good," Master Kavar finally drawled and nodded slowly. "I see you were not exaggerating."
"I have practised meticulously," the girl said. "And not only to use my left hand as well as my right one, but to use them both at once."
Kavar chuckled lightly, then straightened up and lowered his sabre to mark the sparring session's ending. "Why am I not surprised? You have always been headstrong and settling for nothing short of perfection."
Both the Master and the Padawan turned off their blades and closed the distance between them to face each other and bowed, lowering their gazes, as was custom at the end of a practise fight. Kavar wasn't very old to be a renowned master already, and he was a tall, fit and handsome man with blond short hair and blue eyes. Revan matched his description - she was but seventeen and already one of the top students. The long braid of platinum blond hair squirmed down from her neck to between her shoulder blades, and her eyes were pure blue.
"I suppose I am a little competitive," she said modestly.
"I do not think it is that," Kavar shook his head. "While you and Malak work spectacularly together, you are very different from each other. He has chosen to build muscles while you have concentrated on speed. He is strong with a single sabre, while you will fulfil your potential dual-wielding."
Revan's eyes brightened. "So you will teach me your fighting style, Master?"
"We shall see how much I can still teach you, my padawan, but yes. I will oversee that you will learn to use your blades properly. But remember, Revan," he added on a sterner note, "you are not allowed to use but a single sabre outside the Enclave until you have successfully passed the test to dual-wield. And you must remember - it is more than simply technique."
"Everything in being a Jedi is more than simply technique, Master," she remarked with a light laughter.
"Revan!" a shout interrupted their chattering. A young tall boy with broad shoulders and a head full of black thick hair appeared in the doorway, and he immediately bowed noticing the Jedi Master.
"Master Kavar, I apologise! I did not know you were still here."
"It is quite all right, Malak, we were just wrapping up," Kavar reassured him.
"In that case, Revan - Master Kreia has informed us that our next lesson will be in the library, and it is about to start."
"Really?" the girl frowned and lifted her sleeve to check the time from the wrist panel. "Oh, I'm sorry, I had no idea it was this late! Thank you, Master Kavar."
Both padawans bowed to the Master who dismissed them to attend their next lesson.