The green blade flashed once. The Sith was severed, falling into the darkness, leaving only the fading echoes of a choir and the weight of a galaxy forever changed.
bounced on his heels, the adrenaline of a padawan screaming for the gates to drop. star_wars_duel_of_the_fates_epic_version_remast...
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 The green blade flashed once
When the barriers finally vanished, the silence exploded. They surged into the final chamber—a vertigo-inducing pit of endless machinery. The Final Stroke Qui-Gon fought with the deliberate, flowing motions of
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
Hanging by a single metal protrusion, Obi-Wan looked up at the snarling Sith. He didn't see a monster; he saw the end of his Master’s dream. He centered himself, called Qui-Gon’s saber to his hand, and vaulted over Maul in a single, impossible arc.
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.