They loved sparring together.
Luke loved the sound of the swords slashing through the air, meeting with a sharp sound and parting. He loved the effort put into each strike, the small sounds made by his opponent. He loved the very physicality of the activity, feeling his body work as smoothly as a well made fon machine, knowing he could almost predict what was going to happen next. It was like a dance, but so much more interesting.
Guy loved watching Luke. He loved the concentration that crept into those brilliant green eyes, how his jaw muscles would tighten just slightly. He loved watching as errant strands of red hair stuck to Luke's sweaty forehead. He loved seeing the shine of victory that lit up his face when he managed to pull off a tricky technique.
There was nothing quite like it. It was like they were the only two people in the entire world, their focus only on their opponent.
"Time." A voice broke in. Guy watched as Luke turned his full attention toward Master Van, his entire attitude suggesting an eager puppy. The spell was broken, at least until the next time they sparred. Then Guy knew he would be able to recapture that moment of perfect bliss accompanied by the sound of metal.