Ah, good, there's the Chirrut Baze knows. No, wait, now his friend is letting Baze get past his guard again. Baze winces as his staff slams into Chirrut's ribs for the second time in short order. Why is he so sloppy today? And intermittently, too?

Baze smacks Chirrut's wrist, stunning his hand. Enough is enough. Baze backs off immediately, his energy not nearly spent, but his worry for his friend too much to ignore.

"Chirrut," Baze says, watching him carefully.

"Your mind's not on the fight. What has you distracted?"