The training games were designed to be simple. Anakin had figured out a long time ago how to make them work for a sharper mind. His Padawan was blindfolded, as was traditional. The blaster droid was darting around her, trying to fool her senses. And Ahsoka was almost bored with the simple blaster shots it was firing off at her.
Until Anakin began to employ some of his own tricks. Pockets of energy, small tremors in the force, flickering around her. With her mind concentrating on the ebbs and flows of that power, the tremors he was creating were enough to keep her guessing. She had to think, had to remember how the droid moved, and how it worked. She would have to use all of her senses, not just her knowledge of the Force.
It had taken some time, but Anakin was grinning now, pleased at how well Ahsoka was adapting. She had been a ball of spitfire before, cursing and swearing when she missed a beam, hissing in annoyance when she moved to deflect a feigned attack. He wondered if she was attuning to the droid, or to his interference.
Wide blue eyes were suddenly filled with fury. "Twi'lek bitch," he snarled. Throughout the Force, a surge of Dark power could be felt. And as the man once called the Chosen One descended to that depth of power, his eyes shifted, settling into crimson and sulfur. All at once, the skies darkened as black clouds rolled in from nowhere. But even before the light of the sun had been blocked out by his fury, Vader was running home, driven as fast as the Force could take him.