Searing heat just narrowly avoided Obi-Wan's head, skimming past in a blur of colour. He adjusted his footing, his grip on his lightsaber tight as he swung towards your own. A heat had already began to grow as he exerted his body past its usual limits, sweat building on his brow. He was gratefully Jedi robes were designed to be light, easy to move around in. Otherwise he was sure he'd be a heap of fire.

Training with you had always been exciting. Deadly even as though the two of you were in a true battle, and a stumble could mean either of your lives. Of course, it wasn't - the stakes weren't truly high. But sometimes it felt fun to think that way; it certainly got Obi-Wan moving that was for sure. The Padawan was simply addicted to the adrenaline and rush that came with these training sessions together.

"You're left side is still open." Obi-Wan reminded you, swinging his saber to adjust his hold on it.

Of course, he still gave you pointers - he couldn't help it. You were training after all. Not fighting to see who was better.