Work Text:
“Is this what you intend to teach the cadets,” Priest taunts. “How to run?”
He closes again, a quick combination that Obi-Wan blocks almost all of, taking a side-swipe of a fist to his torso. He spins, and hops back again, blocks another kick and turns, head tilted in consideration.
“Oh, no, my friend,” he says, and smiles. “I was merely getting your measure.”
And then, faster almost than the first time, he lunges, catches Priest’s wrist, twists his body, and heaves. Priest goes flying in a short, abrupt arc, helmeted head slamming hard into the mats.
- from Chapter 2 of edge of providence