Hey guys! I know, this update was quick. I'm on a roll! So I've been planning this one for aaages, inspired by densi (of course) and an aspect of Rebels that was featured in a New Dawn when Kanan fought Count Vidian, unable to use his lightsaber or the Force because he had to keep his secret. Hope you read, comment and enjoy!!

In the very back of the Ghost, the crates were piled away, speeder bikes pushed to the side and a red and black mat was sprawled on the floor with a faded mandalorian logo on. Ezra and Sabine walked to the mat, their wrists strapped and ready to go. The reason?  Sabine had decided it was time he knew combat training, on top of blaster training and lightsaber combat. Just in case he didn't have enough to work with already. Man, these guys were building him up to be a lean, mean, fighting machine. From his perspective it was a lean, sleepy, falling over machine. Talk about overworked! He needed a pay raise or he'd file a complaint. But who was he kidding - he didn't get paid. As Sabine put it, "You need to know hand to hand combat. Yes, I know Rex is giving you blaster training, Kanan is doing Jedi training, but I figured you might need basic combat training if all else fails. I know you're good at sneaking around and dodging hits, so you can definitely use that - but you gotta be prepared for everything. There are times when you can't always whip out your lightsaber and bust some moves."
He got that alright. Or maybe she just wanted to see how quickly she could flip him on the ground. Whatever the case, he was more than alright with it - even if he ended up being squished to a pulp. She was right, in any case. His first instinct was to duck, dodge and evade. This worked when it came to not being hit and taunting his opponents - his force sense made him exceptional at that. He might be faster, but Sabine was good. She punched hard (not that he let himself get punched too often) and the Force could only do so much when it came to grappling. But be was a fast learner, and being a street-rat helped completely.
First round, ding ding ding!
"Ready to feel the thunder, Bridger?" She dared as they circled each other once again, only this time there were no weapons - just their bare hands. They locked arms, no running away. Ezra flashed a devilish grin and exclaimed, "Ready? I was born ready, Wren. Prepare to be incinerated by my hotness!" She rolled her eyes    and prepared herself. This was going to be easy. "I doubt that, laser brain. 3, 2, 1, go!"
He yelled, "Aahh!" As she went for him, tackling him to the ground. She pinned  him down and grinned. "What were you saying, your Royal Hotness?"
She gave a yelp of fury as he rolled over, locking his legs around get. Ugh, why did she have to teach him that move?
"I say you can call me that anytime - oof!" He got the wind knocked out of him as she elbowed him in the stomach and put him in a headlock. He tapped, and she let go. He bent over, clutching his stomach as she put her hands on her hips, feeling smug. He held up a finger and looked up. "Alright, alright, you win this round - but I know your moves now."
She scoffed and balled her fists, getting into position. "Please. You have not seen all of my moves, Whiskers. You need to try and get out of my choke holds quickly - go again."
This time he was faster, sliding to the ground and pulling her with him. She got up but he kicked her legs from beneath their and they tussled. He managed to get her into an arm bar, and raises her arm up until she tapped. She growled and he gave a hoot of triumph. "Yeah! Who's the Jedi? I'm the Jedi! Take that sucker! Can you smell that? It's the sweet smell of victory!"
She texted her head and stretched her arms. "Okay, Bridger. You got lucky and remembered the arm at. This time I'm taking you down."
She grabbed his arm and before he had time to even think, oh carabast, she grabbed his arm and flipped him on to the ground. "Can you hear that? It's the sweet sound of you losing."
He swept his feet under her legs and she rolled before he grabbed her round the middle while she choked back a laugh. "What - the seasoned warrior is ticklish?" He asked mischievously, poking her ribs. She scowled before laughing and telling him to stop. "Idiot Boy hahaha - do that one more time, Bridger, and I will floor you."
He poked her again, and her eyebrows flew up, bursting into laughter. "That's it. You are so dead."
He got up and ran, muttering to himself, "Whatever happens next, so worth it!"
She chased him around, but this was his skill. He pushed over the crates to stop her, but she jumped over them, seething. He almost made it to the vents, but she grabbed him from behind and sat down, pinning him to the floor. Their eyes met, and he had to hold back a laugh. Even when annoyed she was seriously pretty - not in a holy jogun you're smokin' way but in a natural, no make-up way. She probably didn't even know it. Her brown and amber eyes glittered with amusement and she had the tiniest mole on the side of her face. How had he not noticed that before? He really wanted to touch it. "Who's the Mando?" She asked him gleefully, and he groaned. "You're the Mando. Happy now?" He asked, wincing a little as she helped him up. "This means I won. You know that, right?"
He scowled as they walked out. "Not fair." She grinned as she waltzed through the corridor. "I wo-on, I wo-on!"
He called out to her, slightly annoyed, "I should have used the Force of you were gonna gloat like that. Not fair!"

Ta-daaa!
So what did you guys think! One day I'm gonna mail my fics to Filoni and hope he uses them for an actual episode. On second thoughts, pfft. It'll be snowing in August the day that happens!
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