Anakin wanted to protest, he absolutely loved sparring. And if by strength of will alone he could make them go on, they would. But at the end of what was too short a session by Anakin’s judgment, he was just as winded and exhausted as Obi-Wan looked.
The Force bolstered them more than he’d ever considered before.
Shutting off his own blade, he groaned in frustration. “I used to wonder how the clones did it on campaigns. And now…” he had to pause to take a breath. “I’m still wondering. Kriff!” Was that a side ache? he couldn't remember the last time he'd worked so hard his sides ached.