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In the isolation of the catwalk, Maul found his opening. With a brutal hilt-bash to Qui-Gon’s chin, he disrupted the Master's guard for a fraction of a second. The red blade lunged forward, piercing Qui-Gon’s chest.

The battle began not with a strike, but with a blur. Maul was a whirlwind of kinetic energy, his double-bladed saber spinning so fast it looked like a solid shield of red light. He pushed them back through the power generators, kicking and twisting through the air with predatory grace. star_wars_duel_of_the_fates_epic_version_remast...

bounced on his heels, the adrenaline of a padawan screaming for the gates to drop. In the isolation of the catwalk, Maul found his opening

Obi-Wan’s scream echoed the choir's crescendo. Fuelled by a cold, desperate focus, he leaped into the fray. The apprentice fought with a ferocity Maul hadn't anticipated, eventually slicing the Sith's weapon in half. But Maul’s arrogance remained; with a powerful Force push, he sent Obi-Wan tumbling into the abyss. The battle began not with a strike, but with a blur

Qui-Gon Jinn stepped forward, his green blade humming a steady rhythm that anchored him to the Living Force. Beside him, young Obi-Wan Kenobi’s blue saber flared to life, his movements sharp and anxious. Across the threshold stood a shadow made flesh: Darth Maul.