the young woman was simply ASTONISHED by what she had set eyes on. frankly, whenever she was witness to what the man before her could do ; she found herself unable to keep from staring. he was GREAT, she truly thought so and that there was no other way to put it. ❛ —– you must TEACH ME to do that . . you can even put your arms around me and teach me in that manner.❜
He’d just finished demonstrating one of the Soresu form’s more advanced techniques, a fluid spin of the saber meant to simultaneously guard the wielder and turn an opponent’s power against them. To him, and with all his years of practice, it felt NATURAL, but he could imagine that, to Rey, it looked incredible. Upon her request, the lightsaber in his hand deactivated, its humming blue blade disappearing into the hilt, and he quirked an eyebrow at her.
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I can’t teach you if I’m holding onto you.
❞ (Not that he didn’t find himself wishing to be closer to her more and more, these days.) ❝
You simply need PRACTICE. Can you guess how many times I’ve performed that move to perfect it? I’d say possibly hundreds.
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