"Shh, shh. Lizzie, I'm fine. See? You wouldn't even know it happened." Luke wrapped his arms protectively around his best friend, rocking her gently and holding her head against his chest, stroking her hair as he had been before. "And no, no hospitalization required. According to Mao, I was only out for a couple of minutes anyway. Actually, I really think that my Force powers really helped me out. They obviously didn't stop the kick from hitting, but they must've at least absorbed the shock or something."
He didn't even address the question of why Mao had done it. On one hand, it was a fight. Violence was inevitable. On the other hand, why Mao thought that it would be a good idea to kick his opponent in the head was beyond Luke. It wasn't like Luke had been trying to kill the guy. Then again, given Mao's power, he probably didn't know his own strength. Mao wasn't exactly the type to think things through either way.