Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Obi-Wan caught it with ease, one handed. In fact, he looked half-distracted--eyes grazing the floor as he turned around--as considered the different ways this could play out. He paced away from the punching bag, putting a good amount of distance between himself and Loras--you know, in case he lost control of the thing. At home, he'd been practicing with a a broken mop. He tossed the staff from hand to hand, back and forth, a few times, testing the weight.
Then he silently went to work.
And he quickly proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that, yes, he had much more experience than he'd first admitted. His form was still far from perfect, but this was no longer the unassuming, reticent man who had entered the room. This was a warrior. He sliced the air with the deftness of dancer, he displayed knowledge of ancient technique; more than once, he seemed to fly through the air.
When he was finished, Obi-Wan returned, quickly as he'd vanished. This time, the struggle to catch his breath was genuine, and real beads of sweat poured down his face.