A Lesson in Form

A miniature Jedi figure stood upon the dark walnut shelf, posed with a green blade in an unnecessarily theatrical stance. In deference to your insistence on witnessing a duel, I stepped forward to offer instruction. Drawing my curved hilt with deliberate poise, I brought the crimson blade into the formal Makashi salute. With a single economical sweep, I deflected the static green beam aside, closing within its guard to hold my edge precisely a fraction of a millimeter from its chest. Crude theatricality will never prevail against refined discipline. The duel was concluded before it had truly begun.