It was almost dark. Maul was busy practicing his fighting skills, without his saber. Right now he was punching and kicking the large stuffed bag that sat before him. The Zabrak hadn't noticed his mate behind him. He startled, punching the Clone. "Ow! That hurt!" Dogma said. The Clone was leaning against a boulder as he clutched his gut, "Where did you learn to hit like that?" Maul went to his mate's side. "I'm so sorry Dogma, you startled me, my training took control of me. I did not mean to hurt you." Maul apologized. Dogma smiled and nodded, "Thanks, but seriously, can you teach me how to do that?" The Clone asked, looking at the Zabrak. Maul was surprised, a minute ago he had injured the Trooper, now the little Clone wanted to learn how to do that himself? Maul shrugged. Dogma grinned, very happily, "So how do we start?" He asked. Maul sighed, Apparently this is going to be harder than I thought. "You have to start in a defense position, like so." Maul showed the Clone, putting his arms up and moving his legs into the correct position. "Now you try." Dogma followed Maul's example. Maul nodded, "Good, good. Now I want you to hit me." Maul said. Dogma grinned, running up to punch the Zabrak, but Maul moved quickly, he kicked the Clone's feet out from under him, Dogma fell down with a groan. Maul smiled, "Let's do it again, until you get it right." They continued on like this for long after darkness had fell, finally Dogma was able to take Maul in a fight well enough. By the end Dogma was hunched over and panting while Maul hadn't even broken a sweat. "Very good Dogma. Same time tomorrow?" His mate groaned out an answer while Maul laughed. "I think it is time for some rest, you're going to be a bit sore tomorrow." The Zabrak said. He carried the little Clone back to the house, where he tucked Dogma into the bed. The Clone was already snoring before he hit the sheets.

That was cute, now wasn't it? Dogma and Maul practicing with each other, quite adorable.