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    → he DOES NOT NEED to look at his padawan to feel how
         elated he is, for the mere fact he conceded to one of his
         suggestions. it is touching, in an odd way, but now is not
         the time for feeling – it is time for acting. exchanging a
         look with his padawan after finding relief to see his light–
         saber ignite, he nods at the other’s reassurance.

         it doesn’t quite fit its purpose, but it is enough for obi-wan
         to push himself into motion, positioning himself in fighting
         instance – form III, as per usual, then perhaps form V, for
         the sake of practicity. droids are far from being a real,
         terrifying danger for him or for his padawan, but a defective
         lightsaber could always change the game all too fast.

                                     “stay behind me.”

     → it is all that the jedi says before waving a hand to open
          the door that separated them from the droids. from then
          on, it was all a matter of assuring anakin was safe &
          annihilating those droid units.

                         the young padawan jumps, bringing his saber down HARD
                         on the advancing droids. the SATISFYING sizzle as he cuts
                         through them vibrates in his ears. he stays CLOSE to his
                         master, his orders clear. it would be DEADLY to disobey.
                         he had gotten them into this MESS, and now he’d help get
                         them OUT. —- … blasters shot AROUND him, though deflected
                         EASILY as he dives with a speed he’d only learned from JEDI
                         training. ALARMING sounds of rolling from behind cause the
                         padawan to swivel, and with that he’s faced with more ENEMIES.
                         a worry glance is cast towards obi-wan. 

                                                      “ DROIDEKA droids, master. “ 

                         he curses under his breath, his saber CRACKLING. anakin
                         shakes it ( roughly, DESPERATELY ), though his attempts
                         to keep it from switching OFF only worsen it’s condition. the
                         blue of the saber disappears, and a RILED sigh is released.
                         he should have listened to his MASTER. however, it was too
                         late to even ATTEMPT to escape the onslaught of blasters.
                         anakin waves his hand, FORCING the first droideka back, and
                         SLAMMING it into several in line behind it.