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Maul didn't speak. He reached for his hilt, and two crimson blades snapped out with a sound like a crack of thunder. The Dance of Death

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. star_wars_duel_of_the_fates_epic_version_remast...

paced like a caged tiger, his yellow eyes never leaving Qui-Gon’s face. Qui-Gon knelt, closing his eyes to find peace in the Force. Maul didn't speak

Qui-Gon fought with the deliberate, flowing motions of Ataru, trying to find a gap in the Sith’s impenetrable defense. Obi-Wan, younger and faster, darted in for quick strikes, but Maul parried them both as if he were reading their minds—or perhaps, as if the Duel of the Fates had already been written in the stars. The Laser Gates Fuelled by a cold, desperate focus, he leaped into the fray

bounced on his heels, the adrenaline of a padawan screaming for the gates to drop.