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"OW!" I whine as I fall on my ass against the padded floor of the training room with a thud. Ever since the announcement of my completed mission, Master Plo immediately set up a training session. I was starting to like being back, but I didn't appreciate being forcefully thrown into the wall because I let my guard down for a second.
"You mustn't let your guard down my young Padawan. Though I believe you are soon ready for your trials, you still have to focus." Master Plo demands coarsely.
I look up from my spot to see him standing over me with a disapproving expression, "get up."
I wipe the accumulating sweat from my forehead with the ends of my tank top, before exasperatedly staggering to my feet. "As you experienced with the mysterious assailant, the enemy will not let you rest. All of your senses must be alert." He says wisely and I nod, still recollecting my breath.
I was typically quick on my feet and had the upper body strength to parry. But for whatever reason, I was distracted. Parrying and swiping at the opponent requires less strength than thrusting and blocking, and my arm movements are stronger when I use underarm techniques rather than overarm. But when I am dealing with two weapons with fire exploding out of it, there was so much more pressure. Especially since said fire, is hot enough to burn through bone and make it into bone soup, within a matter of seconds.
