Lightsabers clashed, releasing a buzzing sound, and with a strong pull around them. Your blade against Cal’s. Your strength was equally matched; two capable young Jedi training the way it was supposed to be. The way they trained with their masters as little children.

Having someone like him in the Mantis, meant he could practice his lightsaber fighting skills more often—stormtroopers were just too easily defeated. Besides, you never knew when an Inquisitor would try to get in your way, it was better to be prepared.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Cal took a step back, igniting the blade hilt of his blue sword. “Inquisitors, they use double-bladed sabres, we can’t just keep training against a single-bladed one.” The red head gave you enough time for you to take your defensive stance, before blowing his first strike.

One attack, that was easy to parry; the problem came when it was many in a row, from two different blades when you had only one to defend yourself. For a glimpse of a second, the duel was equal, then Cal spun around, making you lose balance. His lightsaber came to a halt right next to your neck.

The Jedi chuckled, turning off his sword and attaching it back to his hip. “Stronger next time,” he gently extended a hand for you to stand up, “can’t have you getting captured.” He meant it. After all he had lost, and from all the things he could still lose, you were the most precious one.