A thrill of triumph surges through Ezra's heart when he manages to put Qui-Gon back on the defensive. Maybe he can't see how the fight is wearing down his father, but that alone tells him all he needs to know about how well he's doing here. Eager to keep it up, to show Qui-Gon how much he's improved, Ezra lunges forward with a quick series of strikes aimed to drive the older Jedi's blade up and into a position where he can't defend as well.

Except he's not as tall as he thinks he is. His arms aren't quite as long. He underestimates his reach and the angle he needs to swing his lightsaber. Confusion barely has time to register as, eyes wide, he tries to compensate, only to stumble as he overextends.