Battlefield Etiquette

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Chirrut is in a temper.

Winter is coming for NiJedha, crouching at its door, and the desert wind blows shrill over the city. The pitch makes meditation an impossibility for Chirrut, making him tetchy, making him restless. He's been in the training hall all day, taking challenger after challenger. Those around him are growing wary of his fey mood, and the challenges are coming slower. This... is not helping matters.

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Eiko is concerned about her teacher. That's an understatement. She's never seen him in such a temper before, and she's wary and worried that he won't wear himself out now that the challengers are drying up. She's been too scared to fight him herself.

But her worry is eclipsed by Baze's. He has seen his friend like this before, and knows that the only way to calm him down is to beat him into submission. Which is why he confers with Eiko before approaching Chirrut on the mat.

"Hoi, Chirrut!" Baze says, staff slung over his shoulder as he draws nearer. "How about you fight Eiko and me? A three-way spar."

Eiko shadows Baze, her steps light and her grip on her staff determined.