Ezra's heart races as their lightsabers clash, not with any fear, but with exhilaration. He's matching Qui-Gon blow for blow, more easily than he's ever-
-no, maybe with a little more difficulty than normal, he realizes, as the last vestiges of the dreams he's been having finally fall away. His dad, his Master is pushing him harder than he usually does, as though he can tell that Ezra needed something to force him to focus on this. Grunting with the effort of keeping that brilliant green lightsaber at bay, the boy finally has to give up his advance to take a step back, then another, never mind that he's supposed to be on the offense. He pants, but refuses to give up just yet.
Qui-Gon's pushing him for a reason, wants him to rise to the challenge.
I won't disappoint you, dad, he promises, twisting to the left as his blade deflects Qui-Gon's to the right.
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-no, maybe with a little more difficulty than normal, he realizes, as the last vestiges of the dreams he's been having finally fall away. His dad, his Master is pushing him harder than he usually does, as though he can tell that Ezra needed something to force him to focus on this. Grunting with the effort of keeping that brilliant green lightsaber at bay, the boy finally has to give up his advance to take a step back, then another, never mind that he's supposed to be on the offense. He pants, but refuses to give up just yet.
Qui-Gon's pushing him for a reason, wants him to rise to the challenge.
I won't disappoint you, dad, he promises, twisting to the left as his blade deflects Qui-Gon's to the right.