The droid came forward, warily. Dar thumbed the switch of his weapon. He entered a Force aided forward roll under its first shots. He sprang up and drew his lightsaber acorss the droid's hips, bisecting it.
The droids skinny midsection offered nothing to the man's blade. The red beam simply passed centimeters away from its form. Leaping forward it stabbed its blade at his own midsection in hopes of impaling him.
Dar saw the beam and used the Force to aid him in a roll to the side, feeling the heat of the blade centimeters away. Then he stood back up and continued his attack on the droid, slashing left right and centre to get a decent blow upon it's spindly frame.
Dar felt the slightest ripple of danger through the Force and ducked underneath the droid's sword. He rolled over on the floor and stood up. He took a breath and dipped into the Force, letting it guide each and every movement he made. The slightest flick of the wrist to meet his attacker's blade before a counter, another block and another counter. He continued his much more controlled and orthodox attacks now, the Force guiding him to victory.
He felt a rush of proud nerves in his stomach; his work had paid off. He switched off his weapon and hung it at his leather belt. Then he looked to Maeva, his teacher, and knelt, bowing his head before her.
He knew he knew it. He closed his eyes, breathed slowly and said with meaning:
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion,
Through passion I gain strength,
Through strength I gain power,
Through power I gain victory,
Through victory my chains are broken,
The Force shall free me."