The gang, the name of which Ahsoka still did not know, had an entire floor dedicated to gyms, obstacle courses, weight rooms, sparring mats, and weapons. Granted, she didn't know the names of these places, since all she had ever called these rooms were 'training rooms'. Unlike the Jedi, these people had a little more variety.

Vicki walked her to the floor and opened the door for her. "Feel free to match up with someone. If you go down, med bay is on the bottom floor."

Ahsoka nodded and stepped in. In a matter of four and a half seconds, Tallie tackled her and nearly knocked her to the ground. "Gotcha!" She yelled and began laughing hysterically.

She pried the girl off of her. "You look familiar," she teased and kneeled down to examine the girl. "How are you healing up?"

"I'm fine," the small gangster assured her. "But Obi-Wan won't let me go up to the service anymore."

"Surface," he corrected, walking up to the two of them. "That went pretty well up there. Vicki seemed to like you."

"Thank you," Ahsoka smiled up at him, grateful for his support.

He pointed to one of the mats. "Wanna go a few rounds?"

She shrugged as if she couldn't break his arm in a second flat. "Sure. I guess it couldn't hurt."

Tallie pulled her arm as the three of them walked to the ring. It was surrounded by elastic cables that wrapped around the corners of the mat. Ahsoka supposed that they were supposed to protect anyone watching, but she was already thinking about how she could use them to her advantage.

"Mind if you take off your gauntlets?" Obi-Wan asked (she decided to call him Obi. It was too confusing for her otherwise). "We remove armor just so it doesn't wear out, and I wouldn't want you to have an advantage."

She nodded and loosened the straps. Ahsoka kind of liked these gauntlets better than the burgundy ones with the gold clasps. These felt more secure, and they were comfortable enough that she didn't have to wear a sleeve underneath them either. While she removed these, and her shoes, Obi came over with a couple of rolls of medical tape.

"Here," he said, tossing one to her. "We wouldn't want you to sprain your wrist or something. Do you know how to tape yourself?"

"Yes," she answered. "I've done it a few times. Never for training, though."

He smirked. "Same technique, don't worry."

She finished wrapping up, despite not having any pre-wrap to go underneath. It wasn't like she could be picky, though, so she stood up and slid between the cables onto the mat.

"Ever take fighting classes, Tano?" Obi asked, walking to the center of the mat.

She shrugged. "I have, but not like this. Different training methods, I suppose."

He beckoned her towards her. "Let's do fundamentals, then. See how much they taught you."

Ahsoka complied, struggling to fight off a grin. He has no idea, does he?

Obi held up a foam pad less than a meter away from her. It was strapped to his hand, so it wouldn't fall off. "Go ahead and punch this pad."

She punched the pad. It nearly knocked Obi off-balance, and she decided she needed to go softer next time.

"Okay, you can punch," he concluded. "What about kicks?"

He held the pad lower. She did a simple kick but made sure she wasn't using full force. She also reminded herself to not use the Force.

"Forget the pads," Obi decided. "You've clearly been taught how to kick. What about blocking?"

She scrunched her eye marks. "Blocking, like blocking a weapon?"

"No, blocking a punch."

If she thought hard, she could remember a few lessons from when she was a Youngling that she learned to defend herself without weapons, but she hadn't tried to block a punch in years.

"Here," Obi moved on, seeing her confusion. "Which hand is your dominant hand?"

"Right."

He stepped back, his feet in position. "I'm going to punch with my left hand, slowly, and I want you to push my arm so it doesn't hit you. Ready?"

Ahsoka dropped into a defensive stance and nodded. Obi's arm came obnoxiously slow, but it gave Ahsoka time to think. When dealing with a strong opponent, most of the time, she just dodged their hits. Obi was asking her to deflect it like she would deflect a blaster bolt with a lightsaber. As his fist came towards her face, she shoved it away from his body. Now, if it had been a real fight, his abdomen would have been vulnerable, as well as his left side.

"Try the other side," suggested Obi, and she did the same with the other hand.

Funny, she thought. It's almost like an aggressive defense.

Obi relaxed. "You're better than most. Usually, people try to push the hand in, but you did the opposite without me saying anything."

"It's advantageous," she continued. "Gives you the option to wind them when your opponent doesn't expect it."

"Are you sure you haven't learned this before?" He asked, squinting. "You seem very familiar with the strategy."

She waved it off. "You can use the same strategy for different types of fighting. Maybe I just forgot, though."

He stared at her suspiciously but shrugged. "Huh. Okay, go again, on both sides, but faster now."

They started on her right side again, and he sped up the punch. Ahsoka's enhanced reflexes had no trouble keeping up with him. Eventually, he was really trying to punch her, and she still was able to divert his fist without struggling. Even on her left side, where she was weaker, she could keep up with him.

It was a good technique, really. Maybe she wasn't as familiar with it, but it was effective. Her adversaries in the past usually used weapons rather than their bodies, but it wasn't hard to translate the idea into other situations. What if instead of fencing with lightsabers, Jedi just tried to knock them out of their hands and knocked them unconscious?

Ahsoka knew from years of training that Jedi fought within a code of honor, not just the Jedi code. A few rules were implemented, such as not killing an unarmed opponent, but it was generally known that if people were engaged in a lightsaber duel, that both of them would use their lightsabers and the fight ended when one of the lost theirs or defeated by other means. How differently would millions of duels end if they tried to use their fists at the same time? All at once, Ahsoka wished she had at least one lightsaber, so she could try it out.

Ahsoka became aware that Obi was trying to talk to her. "Hey, Tano, you still in there?"

She shook her head. "Yes, sorry, I became distracted. Were you speaking?"

"I asked if you wanted to try and spar."

"Yeah!" Tallie cheered from behind her. Ahsoka turned, and she saw her peering through the cables, with Tawnya and a few others behind her. A crowd had come to watch her. "Take him down!" the enthusiastic child called out.

Obi feigned hurt. "Thanks for the support, Tal," he grumbled, before turning back to Ahsoka. "Go ahead and step back to start."

She mirrored his position, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a few people pull out credits. Bets were being placed on the fight. Ahsoka wasn't quite sure how she felt about that.

Tawnya leaned over the cables. "No blood, and no broken bones. If you surrender, smack the mat three times. Ready?"

Ahsoka again lowered her center of gravity. She could beat Obi in a fight, no question, but could she do it without using the Force? Without injuring him?

"GO!"

Her best advantage was her speed. Thirteen years of Jedi training had refined her reflexes and agility beyond his, and if she wanted the upper hand she needed to use that. Quickly, she went in for the first hit, kicking out his feet from under him. He saw her coming, but couldn't quite dodge her kick. He fell down but rolled and scrambled to his feet.

She stuck to simple punches and strikes, not wanting to show any excessive moves that might give away her origins. Obi tried to deflect them as he had shown her, but she was moving fast enough that he could barely avoid getting sucker-punched in the gut or knocked in the side of the head. Still, Ahsoka didn't quite have the upper hand. She was just keeping him on the defensive, and she knew that if she let up, he would take advantage of it. He had shown her that he could.

Ahsoka let him. She slowed her right punch, on his weak side, just enough that he could see it coming in time to do something with it. Instead of just diverting her fist, though, he hooked his arm around hers and pulled her over his shoulder.

It was a smart move, but it became his downfall. She had pulled the same move thousands of times before, and her instincts kicked in. Ahsoka stopped thinking about her technique and let her body react instead. Instead of allowing her body to be elongated and stretched so that her side would be vulnerable to an elbow or knee, she contracted her abdomen and forced Obi to lift her whole body over his. He staggered under her weight, and she socked his jaw as soon as her feet made contact with the ground again. She went for his gut, twice, and kicked him away from her. As he fell to his knees, Ahsoka silently acknowledged her second apparent advantage: her core was clearly stronger than his.

That means my side is healed! She rejoiced in her head. Finally!

She waited while he crawled to his feet, massaging his jaw and trying to breathe. When he stepped into stance again, his back was curved, indicating that he was still recovering. Ahsoka decided to just finish the fight. She charged at him, deflecting a punch, and pinned his arms behind him while forcing him to his knees. Obi groaned under her force and kneed the mat three times, signaling surrender.

The spectators rose in cheers, or groans if they were rooting for Obi. She released his arms and pulled him to his feet. "Are you alright?" She asked, and he waved her off.

"Give me a minu..a minute, I'll be fine," he assured her, catching his breath. "I'll be fine."

Still, she walked him off the mat and made sure he was sitting down and resting before she turned to the twenty or so people who wanted to congratulate her. They started clapping her on the back, which Ahsoka took as a compliment, and she saw a few handfuls of credits transfer from one owner to another. Tallie sat next to Obi while the Togruta received praise.

Eventually, people started filing out of the room, since the show was over. Ahsoka was finishing a conversation with a pair of human twins when Tawnya approached from behind. "Can't say I'm surprised," she teased, and Ahsoka pretended that she hadn't felt her presence.

"Am I that predictable?" She joked, and Tawnya laughed.

"Nah, I just remember how you beat up the thugs yesterday. I almost feel sorry for him," she added, nodding towards Obi and Tallie.

Ahsoka walked over. "Are you sure you're not injured?"

He smiled weakly. "Only my pride," he joked, and he stood up. "You can really pack a punch."

"Nice hook," she replied. "You have good form."

"Yours is better!" Tallie laughed, and Obi glared at his sister.

"Traitor," he insulted, and she stuck her tongue out at him. "She's got a point, though. I've never seen reflexes like yours."

"Where did you train?" Tawnya asked, and the three of them waited for her to answer.

She sat down on the bench next to Tallie while she thought about how to phrase her next words. "I grew up in a group home, where our entire lives are dedicated to protecting others. Fighting is second nature to me."

Tawnya nodded and leaned up against one of the poles around the mat. "You said you were in a cult earlier."

"I don't know if it's technically a cult, but it was more of a cult than a gang, so I assumed it was close enough."

Obi wrapped an arm around Tallie. "Where was this place? Group home, or whatever you call it?"

"On the surface," she answered. "Although I traveled a lot after I turned fourteen."

"No family?" Tawnya asked, but not in the fearful way Rya had asked earlier.

Ahsoka shook her head. "They died a long time ago."

Tallie snuggled up against her brother, and Obi looked up at Ahsoka. "Yeah, well, welcome to the club, Tano."

"I do have a question, though," Tawnya asked. "Why did you let him get up before knocking him down again?"

Did civilians not do that? Probably not, since they probably worry more about survival than honor. "I was just being nice. I won't do it next time, don't worry."

Tallie laughed, and Obi groaned. "Great."