I am horrible at writing action scenes sooooo. XD
Ahsoka's duel would begin in two hours (she was the last), so she had plenty of time to walk around. Barriss had invited her to stand near the duelling ring, where Obi-wan's duel would be held.
Obi-wan's opponent, the boy named Grievous, was having a bad day. He looked awfully bony, and he was just glaring around at everyone with his glinting amber eyes. Also, he coughed. A lot.
' Is Grievous's name really Grievous?' Ahsoka asked Barriss.
' I don't think so,' Barriss glanced at Grievous. ' They say it's something more complicated, and no one can actually pronounce it right.'
Ahsoka snorted, ' Where did this name come from then?'
' He called himself that, you know, to strike fear upon others,' Barriss said. ' Since all the other team members in other schools are terrified of him. He plays dirty in a game if he wants to, and still he doesn't get caught. Though I don't think Obi-wan is particularly scared of him. Mostly because he constantly has a bad cold.'
' Hello, there,' Obi-wan casually stepped into the ring, wielding his wooden sword (the venue provided them). ' Should I offer you cough drops?'
' Kenobi,' Grievous's voice was raspy from his cold, and he coughed again. ' How glad I am to meet you again-' He sneezed.
' Me too,' Obi-wan stifled a laugh, as Grievous sneezed again. ' Though I think you are in dire need of a bed rest.'
Grievous's eyes flared, ' I can deal with you, Kenobi.'
One of the workers in the gym called out uncertainly, ' Um, are you guys ready for the duel?'
' Sure we are,' Obi-wan said cheerfully. ' Oh, and Grievous. It's a single blade competition. Not a duo blade one. Or a triple blade one. If you would like to fight with two blades, you had better go and join Ventress next time.'
Grievous, with his cover broken, snarled menacingly and tossed away his extra blade, which was hidden in the pocket of his tunic.
Ahsoka wasn't sure if Grievous's nasty cold had affected his strength, because he had lost to Obi-wan in just half a minute, when Obi-wan expertly disarmed his blade, and he fell to the ground with a thump.
' Er, Obi-wan wins! Next duellists please come up. Jinx and Loathsom,' The worker announced, and ran off to record the results.
' So uncivilised,' Obi-wan muttered and stepped out of the ring.
' Next... We have Ahsoka and Ventress,' The worker announced from his long list.
Anakin, whom Ahsoka hadn't seen for nearly an hour, materialised next to the ring with Obi-wan, looking rather anxious. Barriss had just got off her duel nearby (she had won), and was out of breath, yet she chose to watch Ahsoka's first duel.
Her opponent was already in the ring. Ventress.
She was tall and so skinny that she was almost skeletal. Instead of hair, she had light purple coloured tattoos ran down the side of her head (Ahsoka had to admit it looked stylish). And somehow, she had decided to wear a long skirt to the duel. Wouldn't she trip herself up?
Anakin bent down to speak to her, ' Ahsoka, are you sure you are okay?'
Ahsoka said, ' Oh, so now you are acting like a mentor.'
Before Anakin could answer, Ventress walked over and leered at Anakin, ' Oh, Skywalker. I have been looking forward to having another encounter with you... Though I must say I am quite surprised I have been asked to compete against a kid.'
Ahsoka scowled at her. Anakin glared, ' Careful, Snips.'
' And you've found yourself a pet,' She sneered. ' Oh, Dooku would love to hear this.'
' I'm no pet,' Ahsoka glowered at her.
' We'll see,' Ventress said haughtily, turned around so that her skirts swished around.
Anakin ran a hand through his hair, ' Snips, I told you that Ventress is a hard opponent.'
' You just don't trust me!' Ahsoka shouted. ' Fine, I'm reckless and you don't trust me. So what?'
' Snips-'
Ahsoka had already stepped into the ring, getting into position.
Anakin had his head in his hands, ' Obi-wan, she's just too reckless. She only has a week of training-'
' Mind you,' Obi-wan said. ' Record says she has been trained by the best when she was in her previous school. Plo Koon. He's one of the best world class duellists out there, like Mr. Yoda. Sometimes he teaches, and all his students come out as wonderful duellists in the future.'
' Yeah,' Anakin said weakly. ' And Ventress is taught by Dooku, who was taught by Sheev Palpatine, their headmaster, and the top duellist around here. She's too reckless to think that she can take down Ventress.'
' So says the kid who willingly charged at Dooku last year, and made the biggest fool out of himself,' Obi-wan gave Anakin a superior look.
Anakin stayed silent.
' But seriously, Anakin, if you really don't feel like taking a kid-student,' Obi-wan said sadly. ' I can talk to Mr. Yoda about it. I don't mind taking Ahsoka as my own kid-student.'
In the meantime, Ventress was ready as well. The worker said, ' Alright. Begin!'
Ventress immediately tackled Ahsoka, and it took all of Ahsoka's might to hold out against Ventress's aggressive attacks. Immediately, she grudgingly admitted Ventress was definitely much more stronger and experienced than her. But not as flexible as I am, Ahsoka smirked, as she engaged Ventress in a blade lock.
She used the conventional Form V grip, in case Anakin nagged at her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that everyone had stopped by to look. She focused back on her current task and allowed memories of her former teacher Plo Koon's words flow back to her. About what she should do if she was facing someone who was more experienced than she was. She knew if she could hold on long enough, she would be able to exploit some kind of weakness in Ventress's defense. After all, Luminara had told her Ventress's blade work was unrefined and sloppy compared to her own mentor.
She pulled away from the blade lock, and jumped backwards to confuse Ventress. Then, instead of opting for offence, she started jumping and leaping around to avoid Ventress's blows instead of engaging them.
' What is she doing?' Anakin murmured warily.
Then, on the spur of the moment when Ventress got extremely confused by her crazy movements, she suddenly switched to her reverse grip, and attacked viciously with all her might.
To her delight, it horribly confused Ventress, and in the end with one final well-placed blow, she completely knocked Ventress's blade out of her hand.
' Ummmmm,' The worker said. ' Ahsoka wins!'
Ventress got up, looking murderous, and she returned to her teammates.
Ahsoka wearily got out of the ring and collapsed onto the floor. The others cheered, clapped her on the back and offered to get her drinks.
When they left to the vending machine with much excitement, a really shocked Anakin was left alone with Ahsoka.
' Right, are you giving me to Obi-wan?' She glared at him.
' What?' Anakin stared, shaking himself out of his stupor.
' I heard Obi-wan,' She said. ' I have good ears. So now what, Skywalker?'
' You reckless little one,' Anakin looked down at his boots, feeling a chance in his mind and for the first time in many years, he actually felt happy. ' You never would have made it as Obi-wan's kid-student. But you might make it as mine.'
Ahsoka looked up, unable to believe her ears.
' Come on,' Anakin chuckled. ' Let's go. Rex has prepared some snacks.'
EXAMS ARE ALMOST OVER... ONE DAY MOOOOOOOOOORE!
So, I'm going to have an exam-themed Me and Star Wars, which will be longer. The theme is... Sarcasm and Star Wars in exams.
Here's a brief intro in case you don't understand what is happening. My class has a running trend of texting or asking each other about their revision and how are they. Here are some of my responses...
Case #1:
Classmate 1: Hey, how's your revision going on? I'm almost finished.
Me: *grumpy* Yeah, my revision is going as well as the chance of Darth Vader wearing white. Har har har.
Classmate 1: Ooooookay.
Case #2:
Classmate 2: AAARGH. I hate this subject. How are you?
Me: Well, I love this subject as much as Anakin looooves sand.
Classmate 2: Soooooooo...
Me: Anakin said, ' I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.'
Classmate 2: Ah. I see.
Case #3:
Friend: Hey... I'm dying.
Me: Me too.
Friend: Don't worry. You'll pass this thing.
Me: Me? My chance of passing this thing is equal to the chance of snowing on Mustafar or a tsunami on Jakku. And the chance of R2D2 being painted pink.
Friend: ... Me too.
Case #4:
Me: I'm doomed. *so apparently I need to revise two subjects and I had some major time management problem* I shouldn't have made this choice.
Classmate 2: ...
Me: It's the worst choice since Vader chose the Dark Side and got himself burnt on Mustafar.
Classmate 2: ...
Me: Last time someone made a mistake like that, Alderaan and Hosnian Prime blew up.
Case #5:
Classmate 1: How's life?
Me: *wants to say yeah my life is as good as Ahsoka being a Jedi cuz she said I'm no Jedi but apparently stops because this memory is too painful* ...
Classmate 1: Hello?