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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 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...

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. Qui-Gon fought with the deliberate, flowing motions of

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. Maul was a whirlwind of kinetic energy, his

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.

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.

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.