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The Park, Friday Afternoon

Really, at this point, nobody ought to be surprised to find Kanan in the park on a Friday afternoon, running through forms with his lightsaber. If he did this any more regularly, he'd probably have to consider registering the park as a place of employment or something.

... Could somebody actually do that? Maybe he could offer self-defense classes here when the weather was good. Or when the weather was bad, for that matter. No pain, no gain, after all.

Anyway. Kanan. In the park. Lightsaber forms. With his actual lightsaber blade ignited, and the usual practice sword set to the side, waiting for his student.

There was a bit of a chill in the air. It wasn't unwelcome, today.

[OOC: Open park!]

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What Kanan called "a bit of a chill", Tip would refer to as "fuck-ass cold". She didn't mind winter when it was winter, but an overnight freeze when last week it had been basically summer?

So when she jogged up today, she was wearing her big winter coat. And a scarf. And her hair contained in a giant beanie.

"I've just remembered why I hate November."

"Little too cold for you?" Kanan gave her an easy grin, shutting off his lightsaber, breaking it down into two pieces with a quick twist of the hilt, and then putting the pieces away on his belt again. "Are you going to be able to move in all of that?"

"Can shovel snow in it," Tip said. "I guess the coat can come off when I'm warmed up."

The hat was going to stay, though. With hair like Tip's, a hat was a commitment.

Also, she'd forgotten to bring hair ties.

Well, that was fine. Kanan always had a spare hair tie or two tucked away, just in case.

"Just make sure it comes off before you work up a sweat," he cautioned, reaching for his training sword. "You'll cool down a lot faster than you were banking on, otherwise."

He gave her a teasing grin.

"The extra padding probably won't hurt anyway."

"You planning to throw things at me again?" Tip guessed.

"Nope," Kanan replied cheerfully, giving his practice sword a spin in his hand. "Today, we spar."

He wasn't even sorry, Tip.

"Soooooo, you're just going to beat on me. God to know."

This was going to go terribly.

"Yeah," Kanan said, maybe a little dryly, "secretly, the real reason I offered to teach you how to do this is because I actually enjoy beating on beginners with sticks."

He spun the sword again, and then shook his head with a sigh.

"We're going to go slowly," he added. "And I don't intend to actually land anything. If I get through your defenses, I'll stop just shy of actually hitting you, and I'll call the hit, that's all. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think you were ready to at least give it a try."

But "sparring" sounded terrifying.

"Wait, how is that different from what we've already been doing?"

"Now you're trying to hit me and not get hit back, all at the same time," Kanan replied with a little grin. "We can work on your footwork, too. Move around, get you used to dodging. Other than that, it's really not."

He'd tricked you into sparring all this time, Tip.

She was going to fall flat on her ass so much trying to put footwork into this. But, you know, it wasn't like she hadn't kind of sucked at every single other thing he'd been teaching her the first time she did it.

"Well, I guess that will distract me from the fact that it's freezing out here," Tip said. "I'm still not discounting you as a sadist, yet."

"You can start calling me whatever you like once I start telling you all the body parts you'll have lost whenever I land a hit," Kanan promised, slipping back into his smirk. "Ready position?"

"Body parts," Tip repeated, as she pulled out her practice sword and settled into position. "Why am I doing this again?"

Oh right, this was still less appalling than a Boov gun.

"Clearly," Kanan said, "I bullied you into it." He gave a short, professional sort of nod, tucking one hand behind his back and holding the training sword in a somewhat altered ready position with the other. "Begin."

When it came to sword work, it was all business.

Uh uh, Kanan, hang on here. "Wait, what the hell is that?" Tip asked, straightening slightly from her stance. "Why do you look like you're in a fancy fencing YouTube?"

"I know what about half of that meant," Kanan noted, raising an eyebrow. He held that stance. "Are you going to call a time-out to critique an actual opponent on their form of choice if they're coming after you out there?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure an actual opponent won't be trying to teach me things."

"And I've changed how I hold my sword. Does that mean you've learned any less?"

He was going to just keep patiently holding that pose until Tip did something. He could be there for a while.

"Well, I haven't learned why you changed how you're holding your sword," Tip pointed out.

Kanan could continue being a brat, tell her he was doing it because he felt like it. Or he could just shrug his shoulders and say, "It's a constraint. Not that I can't use a weapon one-handed, but my strength lies more in another form. You start giving me a run for my money, I'll use both hands."

That was a far better choice. This way, she was far less likely to continue giving him shit.

"Okay. But after I'm totally showing you the fancy fencing youtubes."

See? Kanan was capable of learning!

"Works for me," he decided, and then he lifted his chin. "Now, are you ready?"

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