>Luke poured ice water on his head, which looked like such a good idea, I did the same...Somehow, I kept [Luke] from getting a shot at my sword. My senses opened up. I saw his attacks coming. I countered. I stepped forward and tried a thrust of my own. Luke deflected it easily, but I saw a change in his face. His eyes narrowed, and he started to press me with more force.

>The sword grew heavy in my hand. The balance was not right..I tried the disarming maneuver.

>My blade hit the base of Luke's and I twisted, putting my whole weight in a downward thrust.

>*clang.*

>Luke's sword rattled against the stones. The tip of my blade was an inch from his undefended chest.

*pgs.109-111 LT*