Mother and Mentor can be interchanged very easily if that would make it more canon or something.
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You realize in something of a moment of clarity. You have gotten to used to your mentor's fighting style.
You don't let it slow you're opening actions though, your blaster training on her.
As expected her sword deflects every shot, though only deflects instead of reflecting them.
Her steps are calm and utterly unstoppable, each one bringing her closer as you drift back in a fighting retreat. Your blasts keep her sword busy, but even then the occasional swipe sends a blade soaring past you as you jink and dodge by as little as you can afford.
Her foot
stomps instead of steps right on top of where your traps started and they all detonate at once, lighting, ice, bindings, and explosions scattering in the air above the street in a chaotic mess that obscures your vision.
You're already dodging to the side, head low to avoid the swipe and arms crossed in front of you blocking the follow-up kick. Another trap detonates under both of you, sending you flying farther than you would have otherwise. A second, much smaller and more controlled explosion occurs off of your armor, sending you spinning into an alley as opposed to the building you had been flying at before.
A series of shots leave your blaster, bouncing off the walls around you and into your mentor at the entrance of the alley.
As expected, she blocks every shot.
Also as expected, she kicks off the ground and is in front of you, the traps along the walls all exploding behind her.
And so this is where you lose.
You dodge the swipe, bending forward right into her knee. Out of breathe and rising off the ground she swings her fist forwards and you blac-
You blink awake staring at the trail of destruction even as the wall you're sitting in breaks apart and de-materializes, showing an undamaged and empty room.
Damn, at least thirteen walls that time.
Your mentor stands over you, eyeing you as you sit on the ground catching your breathe, "Hmm... no injuries. You were distracted."
Your shoulders raise and fall in a shrug, "I'm too used- to fighting- you."
Your mentor looks past the wall in front of her before heaving out a sigh, "You're right. I'll figure something out. Go clean up, you have school tomorrow."
You nod and let your head fall back on the wall behind you.
When you next wake up, the sun is shining in your eyes, you're in your bed, and you have school in a couple of hours. More than enough time for a shower.
... At least she didn't change your clothes.
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