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Maul let the old Jedi crumple to the ground, and bothered with him no more. The old man was good as dead. He stalked back to the edge of the forcefields where the apprentice was seething, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Maul could feel the anger and the hatred burning through the young Jedi, no doubt forsaking his long years training his Jedi tranquility. How easily they fell. Maul sneered, as he paced back and forth, eyes glowing with his victory. Finishing off the master had been simple, this young whelp would give him even less trouble, angry though he was. The Jedi wielded the Dark Side awkwardly, refusing to give themselves into its superior power. And that would be this young apprentice's undoing.

Maul enjoyed the lull between the shield cycles, once more resuming his cat-like pace in front of the padawan. He taunted the Jedi with his presence, with the triumph shine of his golden eyes and the small smirk on his lips. He enjoyed the thrill of the kill and even more so the thrill of the fight, and a good fight it had been. He might even think it a pity to end the padawan's life if he provided enough sport.

The field went down, the end of the Jedi's scream cut short by the buzz two sabers meeting in combat. Maul allowed himself to be pushed back a moment, surprised to find himself the target of a fierce onslaught. The padawan's expressions twisted into cries of pure hatred as their lightsabers met with each strike, faster and more furious than Maul had ever fought before. Before he could react from blocking a particularly vicious swing, the Jedi had sliced through one of his sabers, and given him a solid kick in the chest. Maul fell heavily to the ground, discarding the useless lightsaber. He seethed inwardly. He had one lightsaber left. Maul leapt off the ground, executing an aerial twist avoid a thrust from the padawan's blue saber. He landed and held his free hand open wide, golden eyes daring the Jedi to come and attack. One saber would be enough the young one, he thought as he gathered all his dark energies around him. He had miscalculated, this one was a stronger fighter than his master. Or rather, he became one when he embraced the Dark Side. But Maul was still a Lord of the Sith, and he had been bathed in the Dark Side from his birth. A good fight it would be, but it would end in his victory. Growling, Maul leapt foward and joined the fight once more.