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
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The plasma doors hissed open, and the haunting, choral swell of "Duel of the Fates" flooded the hangar. It wasn’t just music; it was the sound of the galaxy’s heart skipping a beat. Maul didn't speak
The rhythm of the fight broke at the laser gates. Trapped between humming red barriers, the three combatants paused. The plasma doors hissed open, and the haunting,
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.
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.