If being a warrior means being anything like you, then I'll pass.
Faux let herself cry freely and wiped the tears from her face with her loose sleeve. She deactivated her lightsaber and stepped slowly toward Mandalore, and held it out to the tall, intimidating warrior...with the lethal end facing him.
Shion's eyes went wide when she finally saw through the trickery and hit away the Jedi weapon as the girl activated it. The green blade slashed harmlessly across Mandalore's chestplate and left only a long black scar. Shion turned and kicked at the girl and sent her flying back to the dirt.
"Nice try." Shion stood over her threatningly.
The force-sensitive child looked up at her with laughing eyes.
Where the lightsaber had fallen harmlessly to the ground, it suddenly flew into the air and activated once more. Shion whirled around helplessly, knowing she could never reach it in time. Mandalore smoothly twisted to the side and slashed with one of his blades through the handle of the lightsaber and the weapon shattered in a burst of green flame and parts.
Mandalore looked down at the girl through the dark gaze of his T-shaped visor, "Faster next time."
Now on her hands and knees, Faux was unable to meet his gaze and looked away, seething in silent fury.
"A thousand years of space and time and I have never come across anyone wasn't important." -- Doctor Who