Dodge Ball

"What, Master? Not enjoying the payback — I mean, training?"

Kanan was glaring. Or Ezra knew he would be glaring, and all Ezra could do was smile back in poorly concealed amusement as he Force threw several balls at Kanan, watching the older Jedi practically dance in an effort to miss the projectiles.

This was great, just too great. After all those milk cartons, revenge was sweet. He could get used to this sort of training. Oh, Ezra could get used to this sort of training indeed.

But he had to admit, Kanan was getting better, and he was getting better quickly. In the beginning of the session, he'd get hit about fifty percent of the times Ezra tossed the ball. But in the last half hour that percentage had decreased rapidly, and Ezra had upped his game as Kanan advanced.

Ezra's smile turned to one of alarm when one of the balls abruptly changed directions and struck him sharply in the forehead, making him stagger back, his hold on the balls in the air vanishing.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" called Kanan from across the way smugly, arms crossed and standing tall with a smirk on his lips, shadowed by the setting sun. ""I thought you were supposed to be training me, not the other way around. Situational awareness, kid."

"Situational awareness," Ezra grumbled as he rubbed the sore spot on his forehead before reaching out carefully and silently with the Force. Situational awareness? Well, perhaps he should test Kanan''s situational awareness? He was a Jedi, after all, and this was his training.

Seemed fair he get a taste of his own medicine.

The only hiccup in his plan was that when he tried to raise the balls, only half of them lifted. The other half stayed down, and the look on Kanan's face was telling.

"You start this game of dodge ball, Padawan, and it means war."

With a flick of his wrist, Ezra pulled the balls he could control quickly to his side, and he lifted his chin and grinned.

"Bring it, old man."

"Oh-ho! Is that right?" Kanan asked lightly as the balls he owned began to raise around him, ready and waiting. "I'll try not to go easy on you then."

"You go easy on me and you won't have a chance at winning," Ezra shot back, and with the Force he willed his set of balls forward. He was going to win. He'd go easy though, because Kanan was still blind and still improving and certainly not at one hundred percent yet, but that didn't mean Ezra couldn't have a little more fun in his revenge.

Fifteen minutes later, Ezra was staring flabbergast at Kanan and the hoard of balls floating around him like a wall of holy retribution. His Master smirked at him.

"Told you if you started this, it would be war," Kanan said smugly. "Now, how about we practice evasion tactics?"

Ezra was already moving before the first ball shot his way, and he snorted to himself. And here Kanan said that Ezra's growth in the Force was astounding. Kanan was attacking him blind and with the Force as if he'd done it every day of his life.

In spite of the turned tables, Ezra smiled.