Nami had headed to a combat training room shortly after Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon left with young Anakin Skywalker. She watched as Koro and Zllen, who was now in better mental condition, sparred with wooden staffs, the sound of the staffs hitting each other echoing in the room mainly used for apprentices who were learning. Most of the apprentices were on a field trip to Kashyyyk, so the room was open to anyone who needed to practice. Clinga was practicing lightsaber fighting with Master Billiba, who were both doing well. Nami walked over to the throwing knives and targets, and began to practice. 

     The sounds of practicing echoed through the room, sparring and throwing knives that hit the wall with a chunk. Nami was letting off steam from the anger of her mom's death by pretending that the targets were Sith. After throwing knives into the hearts of numerous targets, she grabbed two small knives and began to slash a dummy methodically and decisively, occasionally doing acrobatics. She felt danger prick at her back and whirled to clash wooden staff with knife. ''Hey!'' she cried, figuring out it was Zllen. 

     Zllen snickered. ''Want to spar?'' Nami put the short knives back and grabbed a wooden pole from a smiling Koro who grabbed a blaster to work on target practice. Zllen got into a stance, and Nami did likewise. The Rodian was the first to attack, trying to feint, but Nami didn't fall for it. When he swung the pole at her head, she ducked and kicked out, but Zllen leaped back and she launched into a spin and stopped fast enough to block a potentially hurtful blow from Zllen's staff. She spun her stick, trying to intimidate Zllen, but it didn't work. He lauched into a front flip above her head, then somersaulted out of the way as she brought her pole down. 

     Nami did a back handspring as he kicked out, then brought her pole at the ready. The two Knights exchanged low and high blows, alternating while panting. ''You're...worthy of...being a...Knight. I'll hand...that to...you,'' Zllen praised.

     Nami praised him, ''You're not...so bad...yourself.'' As she finished her sentence, Zllen kicked her in the chest, knocking the breath out of her.

      He pointed his staff at the fallen Nami and said with a smile, ''Surrender. It's over.'' But Nami sent the unsuspecting Rodian flying with a Force-push, Force-jumped over to him, then used the Force to take his wooden staff from him.

     ''Remember,'' she chastised playfully. ''Victory is not absolute until you cut communications from your enemy and disarm them. Haven't you paid attention during training?'' She helped him up, and he repaid her by punching her in the shoulder. They saw Reymos watching them at that time, smiling. 

     The Mandalorian Padawan snickered. ''You're starting to sound like a Master chastising her Padawan. Maybe you should have a Padawan.''

     Nami chuckled and mussed a protesting Reymos' hair. ''Maybe I should, but I haven't chose one.'' Reymos rolled his eyes and walked away to shoot blasters with Koro. Mandalorians, she thought with a smile as Zllen punched her shoulder, wanting his pole back, but she shook her head. ''That was enough for me. I'm going to go hang around.''