Though it scarcely seemed possible, they were fighting so
swiftly already, Master Kenobi and Master Anakin increased their
speed. The training lightsabers moved in a blur too fast to see with ordinary
eyes. She could still count the individual moves; her Togrutan
heritage had gifted her with senses more acute than those of a human,
and many other species besides. Holding her breath, amazed and
humbled, she watched two of the Temple’s finest Jedi put on a display
of unmatched skill.
Strike—block—parry—evade—bind—counterbind—countermeasure—broken
time—body-to-body and double release—Force
push—Force pull—feint—backflip—recover… and start again.
When Obi-Wan ran up the wall and then across the ceiling
and down the other side and Anakin pursued him everyone cheered,
though it was hardly in keeping with Jedi reserve. She cheered. It was
marvelous.