it seemed more like a beating than a practice spar, all things considered.

thrust. disarm. the sword clattered out of your hand. your back met the ground with a thump. luke was towering over you.

"what?" He asked with a smirk, as you opened your mouth to say something. "trying to say you're weak and wanna quit?"

luke raised his eyebrow, daring, challenging. and offered his hand to help you get up.