Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

It's How You Learn

• Summary: "If you think I won't be a challenge then you've already lost, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan crouched down and pulled the training sabres from his bag, their handles well worn from years of practice.

"Darling," he drawled, low and soft. "I'd never underestimate you."

(Or; Anakin and Obi-Wan spar in Jar'Kai and it ends up exactly how they both planned).

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"When the sword is once drawn, the passions of men observe no bounds of moderation."

- Alexander Hamilton

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"Again!"

Obi-Wan let the sound of sabres colliding wash over him as the door swished shut. Before him, Anakin glided backwards in a series of intricate parries across the Resolute's private training salle as Ahsoka advanced, a look of intense concentration on her face. Four blades whirled between them, Anakin's blue easily glancing away each of Ahsoka's green-tinted blows. To the untrained eye, they appeared to be sparring but Obi-Wan knew their motions to be a set of paired katas, the combination of moves centuries-old.

"Good, you're starting to get the hang of it now," Anakin complimented once they finished the set, his sabres crossed to hold back Ahsoka's. With a shove he disengaged their blades and fell into the opening attacking stance, one blade held in a guard to his side, pointing forwards and the other blocking his front. "Again!"

This time it was Ahsoka on the retreat before her Master's onslaught, a mirror of their earlier waltz. But here the cracks were much more obvious in Ahsoka's form. Where Anakin had flowed into each block and parry with confidence his Padawan's motions were rushed and barely coordinated. They didn't even make it through the entire kata before a strong hit from Anakin's left sabre sent Ahsoka's shoto flying from her hand directly towards Obi-Wan, who carefully sidestepped the projectile to let it harmlessly bounce off the door. He bent down to pick up the training sabre and turned a quirked an eyebrow towards the duo. Ahsoka's free hand was covering her mouth and he could see panic beginning to form in her bright eyes.

"Master Kenobi, I'm so sorry," she yelped.

Chuckling, Obi-Wan approached both of them and extended the sabre to Ahsoka. "I'm not so old that my reflexes have failed me yet, Ahsoka. The Jar'Kai katas are difficult to master, and you are not the first Padawan to send a sabre flying when learning them."

Ahsoka accepted the sabre in her hand and ducked her head slightly, the deep blue stripes on her lekku shifting to indigo in embarrassment. She was so very much like Anakin at times, subtly picking up on and replicating a few of his unconscious mannerisms.

"If I recall correctly," he continued conspiratorially, feeling a small smirk grow across his lips, "Anakin once threw his sabre at Master Windu during his basic sabre technique evaluation."

"I didn't throw it," Anakin huffed in indignation, folding his arms defensively. "I was overeager and it slipped out of my hand!"

"You sent it straight for his head."

Ahsoka giggled, rounding on her Master. "Seriously, Skyguy? Right at Master Windu?"

"I was ten," Anakin insisted, indignant, but his eyes met Obi-Wan's over his Padawan's montrals. He knew exactly what Obi-Wan was doing and across their bond he sent a wave of warm gratitude. Feeling perhaps a bit cheeky, Obi-Wan winked at him and chuckled when Anakin flicked him in the Force.