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Atlas Gym, Wednesday Morning

A staff member had taken one look at Atton as he came in - scrape on his forehead, lightsaber clipped to the belt of his tunic - and taken out the WARNING: LIGHTSABER SPAR IN PROGRESS sign and hung it on the door of the gym. Atton muttered a thanks as he came to a stop on one of the mats, and stretched.

The protests had held on for two successive nights and gone about as smoothly as any protest under threat of state violence could ever get. He'd had to break up a bunch of scrapes and keep the crowd safe, but in comparison to his usual fare, it had been an easy job.

So it was time for some real exercise. Get his muscles working again, now everything was healed up the way it should be. Skywalker had promised him a real fight this time; he was planning to hold the guy to it.

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"No holding back this time, that was the deal, right?" Atton said. He gave the hilt of his new lightsaber a little twirl just to remind himself of the weight.

If he was perfectly honest, it was better than his previous one, if simply because he'd built this one for him and so it felt right. The only thing left over from his last one was the yellow-orange color crystal; it still felt like it fit him.

"That's the deal," Anakin said, shrugging out of his cloak so it pudddled onto the ground ~~like Obi-Wan had taught him~~, "so save your whining about not having a hand any more for the clinic."

"Do you really have to do that?" Atton said. "Like, you know normal people just take their coats off when they enter the building, right?"

He settled easily into a Makashi opening stance, activating his lightsaber.

"But this looks better," Anakin said, settling into Djem So. "It's a long tradition!" He smiled at Atton's stance. "Makashi? I used that one for decades."

When he was Darth Vader.

Atton shrugged the tiniest bit to avoid breaking the stance. "It's simple," he said. "We didn't really have a lot of time for the fancy stuff." He nodded at Anakin.

Plus he liked playing at the poise and control game before hitting someone with a surprise attack; he was kind of proud his experience since the last time he'd sparred with Anakin had helped him make this stuff just a little more his own.

"How many forms are there in your time?" he asked, starting with a lightly probing attack to Atton's unprotected side. "These two are best for lightsaber combat, but not very effective against blasters."

"Oh, I know," Atton said. "Most days it's all Soresu for me - we've got seven..."

He let his feet carry him partly away from that blow while his lightsaber came down to catch it, retaliating with a gentle but precise strike up high.

"Well, that hasn't changed in millennia, then," Anakin said, countering easily and then upping up the intensity in his retaliatory blow. "Obi-Wan's the Soresu master," he continued. "Mind-meltingly, jealous-inducingly good."

"All I know is it keeps me from gaining all kinds of interesting new holes." Beat. "Which is stupid. I keep asking these people, what kind of person tries to kill a Jedi with a blaster?"

They weren't exactly hitting at full-intensity yet, so he could easily keep talking as he blocked and countered lightly, carefully, in what amounted to the most basic textbook of Makashi.

"Ones with a secret death wish," Anakin replied, "or haven't seen us in a real duel." He frowned in concentration as he poked at the holes in the defenses of Makashi.

Atton managed to parry clumsily-- but with slightly less focused precision.

On purpose, of course. Anakin's style was all in-your-face and no guile, which was not a place where Atton was ever going to win. (Okay, winning was off the cards anyway, but anything remotely close to a honorable defeat.)

"And yet they keep trying!"

Anakin pursed his lips. "Are you trying to wounded gazelle me?"

"No, 'wounded gazelle' would be if I pretended you cut my hand off and then I kicked you in the nads if you moved in close," Atton supplied easily, and took a swing at Anakin's head.

Anakin ducked, smirking. "Or yelled for help and then Force lightning-ed me out a window."

"Hey, if you're into that sort of thing, I can do that," Atton said, kicking at Anakin's knee (the one below the lightsaber hand) while he was preoccupied.

Anakin took the hit and rolled, swiping out at Atton's ankles with his weapon as he fell.

Atton moved out of the way fast, because he kinda liked having his feet attached to the rest of him, Anakin. He brought his lightsaber down to catch the end of that strike and then pressed forward fast all of a sudden with his strikes.

Anakin's face lit up because he was a weird adrenaline junkie. "Better," he said, defending just as quickly.

"Figures you'd like Ataru," Atton grunted, breaking off his attack abruptly and stepping about a meter away from Anakin.

"I like them all," Anakin said, grinning as flipped up and away.

Atton darted back to a reasonable distance with a little burst of Force Speed fueling the way. "Pretty sure Jedi aren't supposed to like roughing each other up that much."

"Probably not," Anakin said. "That's why I tend to use Djem So. Focuses the aggression better. But Ataru has better flips and is a great last resort form."

"I'm almost surprised you're not using Juyo," Atton said lightly, settling back into a Makashi opening stance. "Then again, that might be getting a little dangerous for a guy like you."

Fight. Fight. Fight. *yawn* Fight.

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