In this one aspect they agreed again: Neither could afford to let the other know what he could do. But it crippled both of them, himself more than Marr. Marr was a master of the lightsaber. He was presently reducing himself to nothing but telekinesis and lightning. Marr had quickly taken advantage of this.

Which led to improvisation. A swath of dead leaves and turf rose up like a wave breaking on the shore, and he fell back and away. Marr would follow him, he was too trained by war to be fully distracted by an explosion of debris.

But everything about this fight was a matter of small increments. A partial distraction could become a solid blow. And so he lightning arced through the air between them in the fraction of a second he had bought himself.

He would lose this match if it continued apace. Acceptable, but irritating.