Milya’s lightsaber came alive with a snap-hiss as she faced down Spectre, who had similarly drawn his weapon. The two slowly circled each other, lightsabers held at the guard position. The training arena around them was featureless, just a circle of ground unmarked by statues or other obstacles. Selu had promised to start working in uneven terrain, but only when he felt they were ready. Despite having been training with the lightsabers for a month now, he hadn’t yet taken that step. “Nice move,” he said as he recovered and assumed his guard stance again. “Thanks,” she replied from the ground.