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Atlas gym [after workshops]
As previously arranged, Luke trotted down to the gym in town, lightsaber and remotes in hand.
He dropped his robe in a messy pile on a nearby chair, then began a quick warm-up session with the weapon before Aravis arrived.
[OOC: It's lightsaber day, huzzah! Open for your gymly needs.]
He dropped his robe in a messy pile on a nearby chair, then began a quick warm-up session with the weapon before Aravis arrived.
[OOC: It's lightsaber day, huzzah! Open for your gymly needs.]

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When she found Luke, she stayed quiet, watching.
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Well, that wasn't true.
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She nodded at the lightsaber. "It cuts through bone cleanly then, I suppose?"
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His eyes rested on Luke.
Sparring would be better.
Without a word, he shrugged out of his robe and moved to the center of the room, igniting the blue blade of his weapon, then stood there, six feet of clearly agitated Jedi, and waited for his son to make the first move.
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The last time they'd fought...well, it wasn't something he spent a lot of time thinking about.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked cautiously, still holding his unlit saber in his gloved right hand.
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In only a few strokes, it became obvious just how much he had been holding back on the Death Star.
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Something was very, very wrong.
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He wasn't even breathing hard yet.
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This didn't feel like sparring.
What the hell? he thought at Anakin as he gave more ground.
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He wasn't in a mood to discuss anything.
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"I'm not doing this," he said, scowling. "You want to channel aggression, pick on a droid."
Without another word, he spun on his heel and stalked out of the room, doing a credible impression of his father.
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Not that any emotion showed on his face. At all.
After a brief pause, he waved towards his robe and pulled the six remotes he had in the pockets out, then kicked them all to life using the Force.
He spent the next hour not missing a single shot.
It didn't make him feel any better.