Training Room, the Jedi Temple, Monday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

Atton wasn't out of practice. He'd been on his fair share of missions over the past year - not even counting the Sia thing - just not anything that could bring him close to any of the other Jedi. But now he was back, and he needed a sparring partner.

And either Visas had gotten worse, or he had gotten better. He wasn't sure. What he did know was that he'd defeated her six times so far, and she'd beaten him exactly never. Her apprentice hung over the railing of the balcony above, watching them curiously. And...

"Why don't you come down here, Mira?" Atton bellowed, looking straight towards the entrance. He parried a blow from Visas with both blades. "Give me a little challenge already!"

You could kind of tell Visas was frowning by the tilt of her mouth. "I don't need assistance."

"No, but I want somebody else in here," Atton retorted, raising his eyebrows at Mira.

Mira's own eyebrows raised back. "Having fun feeding your ego?" she asked, casually tossing a bag aside. "Fine."

She lit her blade and rushed forward, planning to come at Atton's legs while he was occupied with Visas's blade. Instead he flipped up, landing on his feet several feet away - he caught her blow on one blade and then Visas's next one on the other, dancing across the gym.

By the time Mical walked in, a small crowd had formed on the balcony. Watching Atton spin, duck, catch a 'saber, push away another one. "C'mon! Is that the best you've got?!"

"Someone has been overfocusing on their combat skills," Mical muttered to his apprentice.

Ten seconds later, he was getting pushed into the ring too.

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