Anakin stood waiting as the crowd around him and his challenger cheerd.
Soon the crowd grew soft. The light began to dim. A sign that it was
beginning. Every year they have this competition. A Jedi is chosen to start
the spars, it this case, Anakin.
Anakin stood still waiting for the other jedi to start. Beginning to block, in afew moves, Anakin disarmed her. This went on.
Time pasted, Matches passed, till there was only four left, and of course, Anakin was one of them.
One by one, they disappeared. Anakin stood in the middle of the ring waiting. "Next challenger, Padawan Narbarrie" A loud voice rang though the air. Anakin looked at his oncomming challenger. His eyes went wide when he reconised this girl. It was her. The angel he had seen.
"Sabres ready!" She stood before him and ignighted her sabre. It glowed a deep rose colour. He turned his on.
"Stance" the loud voice called. They each stod in an attack stance.
"Fight" He lashed out. She blocked the blows. Each attempt, his sabre met hers, the contact letting out a bright glow. *Right, left, up, right, down* Anakin found a pattern in her attacks, but when he went to break that pattern, he realised that she would take on a new one. Anakin flipped over her, as fast as lightning, she turned around and blocked.
He saw her wrist flick, and his sabre was knocked out of his grasp, a loud chorus of gasps and whispers rang throught eh air from the audience. But no- one was surprised when he managed to catch it, turn it on, and block her blow. A grin spread across his face when he found a quick flaw in her next attack, and took advantage of it. Knocking her over, the blade of his sabre found its way to her neck, stopping less than a millimetre away from the skin. "Kill point" he grinned.
"Same here" came her smirk. Anakin looked down in confusion. Her blade was pointing straight at his chest. "Damn" he mummbled. She had a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Draw" the loud voice called. Murmurs filled the crowd. It was really hard to come close to a draw with Anakin, and the girl had managed to,
"Replay" the loud voice, yelled. Anakin and Padawan Naberrie got ready.
"Lightsabres ready" They both turned theirs on,
"Stance" they got into a new attack stance.
"Fight" It was her turn to lash out. He blocked her blows and drove her to the defensive side. Having learnt her style throught the last spar, Anakin instantly found a flaw in her moves and before long, made the attempt to knock her sabre out of her grasp, but she was to quick. The spar went on and on.
Sweat beaded down his forhead. Falling into the force, Anakin relied on his senses to don the work for him. *Calm, feel calm. Feel don't think* Anakin ran over his training, 'Right, left, right, left, up, down, left, down' his consious mind told him. Blocking he drove her furthur and furthur in to defensive. Finally knocking her sabre our, his sabre can in contact with her side. "SOLAH!" her voice rang out.
Grinning Anakin helped her up. "Good work" he congratulated.
"Thanks" she replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"The champion-again-Padawan Skywalker" the loud voice called. "I second place-Padawan Naberrie- in thrid-Padawan Sarant"
It didn't feel special for Anakin anymore, but he liked to keep his place at the top. "Wow, Skywalker, that was SO close" Tania laughed.
"I think you've found yourself a partner," Tove said.
"Yeah, but she might already have one" Anakin sighed grabbing towel and wiping the sweat off his forhead. "She might, but it never hurts to ask" Tania laughed.
"Okay"Anakin ran after Padawan Naberrie. "Hey!" he called. Stopping the girl, or more like woman, turned around. "Yes?"
"Do you like, you know, have a sparing partner?" Anakin asked looking hopful.
"Sorry to burst you bubble Anakin, but yes I do"
"Oh, damn! Great!"
"But I am looking for a new one."
"You are!" Anakin grinned
"Yep"
"Great" Anakin held his hand out. "It seems you know me, but I don't every remember being told your name"
"Padme" her voice wasn't excally warm. "Padme Naberrie. *Oh great! What have I got myself into* she sighed. *I agree, what have you got yourself into. You don't even like this guy!* her mind scolded her. "Cool! It's a date" Anakin grinned.
"Call it what you like" she replied to his comment. "Tomorrow. 0800. Be there"
"You're kidding! Not that early" Anakin said shocked.
"You want to spar? Be there" Padme looked at him, then left.
Note: Ooo, I don't think Padme really likes Anakin. Damn!
Anakin stood still waiting for the other jedi to start. Beginning to block, in afew moves, Anakin disarmed her. This went on.
Time pasted, Matches passed, till there was only four left, and of course, Anakin was one of them.
One by one, they disappeared. Anakin stood in the middle of the ring waiting. "Next challenger, Padawan Narbarrie" A loud voice rang though the air. Anakin looked at his oncomming challenger. His eyes went wide when he reconised this girl. It was her. The angel he had seen.
"Sabres ready!" She stood before him and ignighted her sabre. It glowed a deep rose colour. He turned his on.
"Stance" the loud voice called. They each stod in an attack stance.
"Fight" He lashed out. She blocked the blows. Each attempt, his sabre met hers, the contact letting out a bright glow. *Right, left, up, right, down* Anakin found a pattern in her attacks, but when he went to break that pattern, he realised that she would take on a new one. Anakin flipped over her, as fast as lightning, she turned around and blocked.
He saw her wrist flick, and his sabre was knocked out of his grasp, a loud chorus of gasps and whispers rang throught eh air from the audience. But no- one was surprised when he managed to catch it, turn it on, and block her blow. A grin spread across his face when he found a quick flaw in her next attack, and took advantage of it. Knocking her over, the blade of his sabre found its way to her neck, stopping less than a millimetre away from the skin. "Kill point" he grinned.
"Same here" came her smirk. Anakin looked down in confusion. Her blade was pointing straight at his chest. "Damn" he mummbled. She had a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Draw" the loud voice called. Murmurs filled the crowd. It was really hard to come close to a draw with Anakin, and the girl had managed to,
"Replay" the loud voice, yelled. Anakin and Padawan Naberrie got ready.
"Lightsabres ready" They both turned theirs on,
"Stance" they got into a new attack stance.
"Fight" It was her turn to lash out. He blocked her blows and drove her to the defensive side. Having learnt her style throught the last spar, Anakin instantly found a flaw in her moves and before long, made the attempt to knock her sabre out of her grasp, but she was to quick. The spar went on and on.
Sweat beaded down his forhead. Falling into the force, Anakin relied on his senses to don the work for him. *Calm, feel calm. Feel don't think* Anakin ran over his training, 'Right, left, right, left, up, down, left, down' his consious mind told him. Blocking he drove her furthur and furthur in to defensive. Finally knocking her sabre our, his sabre can in contact with her side. "SOLAH!" her voice rang out.
Grinning Anakin helped her up. "Good work" he congratulated.
"Thanks" she replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"The champion-again-Padawan Skywalker" the loud voice called. "I second place-Padawan Naberrie- in thrid-Padawan Sarant"
It didn't feel special for Anakin anymore, but he liked to keep his place at the top. "Wow, Skywalker, that was SO close" Tania laughed.
"I think you've found yourself a partner," Tove said.
"Yeah, but she might already have one" Anakin sighed grabbing towel and wiping the sweat off his forhead. "She might, but it never hurts to ask" Tania laughed.
"Okay"Anakin ran after Padawan Naberrie. "Hey!" he called. Stopping the girl, or more like woman, turned around. "Yes?"
"Do you like, you know, have a sparing partner?" Anakin asked looking hopful.
"Sorry to burst you bubble Anakin, but yes I do"
"Oh, damn! Great!"
"But I am looking for a new one."
"You are!" Anakin grinned
"Yep"
"Great" Anakin held his hand out. "It seems you know me, but I don't every remember being told your name"
"Padme" her voice wasn't excally warm. "Padme Naberrie. *Oh great! What have I got myself into* she sighed. *I agree, what have you got yourself into. You don't even like this guy!* her mind scolded her. "Cool! It's a date" Anakin grinned.
"Call it what you like" she replied to his comment. "Tomorrow. 0800. Be there"
"You're kidding! Not that early" Anakin said shocked.
"You want to spar? Be there" Padme looked at him, then left.
Note: Ooo, I don't think Padme really likes Anakin. Damn!
