He let her push him off, dropping into a backwards roll and using the Force to help him get easily to his feet. As athletic as he still was even in his sixties, that edge was needed in even a spar with a Force-sensitive opponent, and especially one trained like Mara was. And while the aggressive style of his father that Luke had adopted was tempered by his more defense-oriented moves, it still needed a lot of physical strength.

Now Luke crouched low, watching her with bright, intense blue eyes as well as in the Force. "A Jedi doesn't boast," he said, but there was still that little crooked grin on his face to tell her he was still teasing.