Cradle to Grave

by Leah Naberrie

A biography of Obi Wan Kenobi in drabbles. My response to the 100 drabble challenge at TFN.

86. eyes

Cradle to Grave

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86, eyes

The fist comes flying out of nowhere.

It is a scant three seconds but I have ample time to reflect that that is not part of the Luudo formation; we have not rehearsed this!

Then stars explode in my face and I am flying across the training room, landing painfully on my tailbone.

The laughter burns my ears.

"Sorry about that, Oafy-Wan," Bruck's voice says. My sight clears sufficiently to see his hand stretching out to me. His eyes are smirking down at me.

I smile and take his help. "No problem at all." And I blacken both his eyes.

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