"I... I don't know," Ezra answers uncertainly, staring down at his hand. "I wasn't reaching far enough, even though I thought I was, and..." He trails off, unsure how exactly to explain.

Easier, maybe, to just repeat the moves he'd made, though facing away from Qui-Gon now. Maybe he'll be able to see what he did wrong, or maybe Qui-Gon's practiced eye will spot the flaw in his form, just as he has so many times before in the years they've been training together.

So he steps forward again, striking the air, quick and sure as his original attack had been. But- no, that's wrong again. Qui-Gon's taller than that. Ezra's brow furrows in confused frustration. Why is he still aiming too low?