It wasn't easy to pick up a bo-rifle again and stare down a Lasat, especially when he knew that he was never going to win this fight. A crowd had started to gather around the two of them when the others had realised just who was fighting.
Alexsandr Kallus and Garazeb Orrelios, sparring with each other again in the middle of the town. Best two out of three they had agreed after the last one had ended with the two of them being attacked by the kits had decided to swarm them. The fighting simply couldn't continue when they each had three young Lasat dangling from their arms so they had stopped, put their rifles down, laughing, and tried to distract the kits with sweets and toys.
This time there were no kits able to worm their way through the crowd, they were all safely held by their parents or hanging from a nearby tree, eager to get the best view of the match.
"You just going to stand there? Or are you going to fight me?"
"I'm going to win."
And they were off, launching themselves at each other. Zeb's face split into a large grin when he heard the cheers for each of them split evenly among the crowd, some of the more experienced fighters calling out advice on his weaker spots to Alexsandr. Five years ago he would have never expected to be on a new planet, one he could call home, with his boyfriend beside him. They were often found babysitting for the others; Alexsandr loved to help take care of the kits, even if he did spoil them rotten. They also loved to provide entertainment like this, sparring or telling stories of the rebellion (all with parental approval and censored enough to not give anyone nightmares).
Zeb got a lucky shot in to Alexsandr's leg, knocking him off balance. He laughed as the crowd boo'd at him, pointing the bo-rifle at Alexandr's face, "Give in?"
"Never!" Alexsandr cried out, winking at his boyfriend as he knocked the bo-rifle away and swiped at Zeb's legs, causing him to fall on the ground as well. "Draw?" He grinned, hearing the groans of disappointment from the kits who wanted to see who would win. Zeb nodded, pushing himself to his feet and helping Alexsandr up as well. "Best three out of five?"