Cradle to Grave

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6, hours

Thrust. Slash. Thrust. Slash.

Siri's eyes are heavy on me.

"Form Three is for wimps, Obi-Wan."

I take my time replying, focused on the kata.

Thrust. Slash.

"It is the standard form, proven effective in deflecting missiles and defensive combat."

"Defensive combat is the key word there, Obi-Wan. Pretty useless against another light-sabre."

I laugh, my concentration never wavering.

Thrust. Slash.

"Who am I going to duel with? Another Jedi? You, perhaps?"

Siri has never appreciated my sense of humour. After favouring me with her trademark narrow-eyed glare, she stomps off.

Hours of blessed serenity follow.

Thrust. Slash. Thrust. Slash.

''