The Final Lesson

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“Me and my master stood in a training room in the temple, training. He stood in his pose, his lightsaber pointed ahead and his other hand pointed toward me. I stood with one of my lightsabers held out in front, protecting me from the front, but also ready to maneuver in either offense or defense. My master swung first, curving his blade down, aimed at my side. Sensing it, I blocked it easily and, our blades still connected, I arched them down and pulled my blade back just enough to swing toward his legs, but he was faster, flipping over my head. I spun around and whipped out my second lightsaber and blocked his straight on swing with both of my pink blades. I turned off my lightsabers and cartwheeled through the air to the side, landing in a crouched position. I launched myself forward and slid right by Obi Wan’s legs and came up and swung at my master’s back. But he was ahead of me again. In one swift move, he knocked my lightsaber out of my hand and had his blade pointed at my neck.”