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〃As you can see； my Jedi powers are far beyond yours；〃 Dooku said with plete confidence and calm。
〃I don't think so；〃 Obi…Wan countered； moving toward him in a more measured and defensive manner； his borrowed blue lightsaber held across his body diagonally； up over one shoulder。
Dooku smiled and ignited a red…glowing blade。
Obi…Wan stepped slowly at first； then came on in a sudden rush； his blue blade ing in hard； right to left。
But with only a slight movement； the red blade stabbed under the blue； then lifted up； and Obi…Wan's blade went flying harmlessly high of the mark。 With a slight reversal of his wrist； Dooku stabbed straight ahead； and Obi… Wan had to throw himself backward。 He brought his lightsaber across as he did； trying to parry； but Dooku had already retracted his blade by then and had settled back into perfect defensive posture。
Against that posture； Obi…Wan's sudden flurry of attacks seemed exaggerated and inefficient； for Dooku defeated each； one after another； with a slight parry or dodge； seeming barely to move。 For while Obi…Wan and most of the Jedi were sword fighters； Count Dooku was a fencer； following an older fighting style； one more effective against weapons like lightsabers than against projectile weapons like blasters。 The Jedi on the whole had abandoned that old fighting style； considering it almost irrelevant against the enemies of the present galaxy； but Dooku had always held stubbornly to it； considering it among the highest of fighting disciplines。
Now； as the battle played out between the Count and Obi…Wan； the older way showed its brilliance。 Obi…Wan leapt and spun； slashing side to side； chopping and thrusting； but all of Dooku's movements seemed far more efficient。 He followed a single line； front and back； his feet shifting to keep him constantly in perfect balance as he retreated and came on suddenly with devastating thrusts that had Obi…Wan stumbling backward。 〃Master Kenobi； you disappoint me；〃 the Count taunted。 〃Yoda holds you in such high esteem。〃
His words spurred Obi…Wan forward with another series of slashes and chops； but Dooku's red blade angled left and then right； then up just enough to send Obi…Wan's descending blade slipping off to the side。 Obi…Wan had to retreat soon after； gasping for breath。
〃e； e； Master Kenobi；〃 Dooku said； his lips curled in a wicked smile。
〃Put me out of my misery。〃
Obi…Wan steadied himself and shifted his lightsaber from hand to hand； getting a better grip on it。 Then he exploded into motion； ing on again fiercely； his blue lightsaber flashing all about。 He kept a better measure of his cuts this time； though； reversing his angle often； turning a wide slash into a sudden thrust； and he soon had Dooku backing； the red blade working furiously to keep Obi…Wan at bay。
Obi…Wan pressed forward more forcefully； but Dooku continued to fend off the strikes； and then his momentum played out。 He was too far forward； while Dooku remained in perfect balance； ready for a counterstrike。
And then it was Dooku suddenly pressing the attack； his red blade stabbing and retracting so quickly that most of Obi…Wan's cutting parries hit nothing but air。 Obi…Wan had to jump back； and then back again； and again； as those thrusts moved ever closer to hitting home。
Dooku stepped forward suddenly； stabbing low for Obi…Wan's thigh。 Down went the blue blade to intercept； but to Obi…Wan's horror； Dooku retracted his weapon and thrust it right back out； up high and across the other way。 Obi… Wan couldn't get his weapon back to block； nor could he slide back fast enough。
Dooku's red blade stabbed hard into his left shoulder； and as he lurched back； Dooku retracted the blade and stabbed along its original course； digging into Obi…Wan's right thigh。 The Jedi stumbled backward； tripping and crashing hard against the wall； but even as he fell； Dooku was there； his red blade rolling over and inside Obi…Wan's blade； and with a sudden jerk； he sent Obi…Wan's lightsaber bouncing across the floor。 〃And so it ends；〃 Dooku said to the helpless Obi…Wan。 With a shrug； the elegant Count lifted his red blade up high； then brought it down hard at Obi…Wan's head。
A green blade cut in under it； stopping it with a shower of sparks。 The Count reacted immediately； backpedaling and turning to face Anakin。 〃That's brave of you； boy； but foolish。 I would've thought you'd have learned your lesson。〃
〃I'm a slow learner；〃 Anakin replied coolly； and he came on then； so suddenly； so powerfully； his green blade whirling with such speed that he seemed almost encased in green light。
For the first time； Count Dooku lost his little confident smile。 He had to work furiously to keep Anakin's blade at bay； dodging more than parrying。 He tried to step out to the side； but stopped as if he had hit a wall； and his eyes widened a bit when he realized that this young Padawan； in the midst of that assault； had used the Force to block his exit。
〃You have unusual powers； young Padawan；〃 he sincerely congratulated。 His little grin returned； and gradually Dooku put himself back on even footing with Anakin； trading thrust for slash and forcing Anakin to dodge and parry as often as he tried to strike。
〃Unusual；〃 Dooku said again。 〃But not enough to save you this time！〃 He came on hard； thinking to drive Anakin back and off balance as he had driven Obi…Wan back。 But Anakin held his ground stubbornly； his green blade flashing left； right； and down so forcefully and precisely that none of Dooku's attacks got through。
Off to the side； Obi…Wan understood that it couldn't hold。 Anakin was expending many times the energy of the efficient Dooku； and as soon as he tired 。 。 。
Obi…Wan knew that he had to do something。 He tried to e forward； but winced and fell back； in too much pain。 As he collected his thoughts； he reached out with the Force instead； grabbing at his lightsaber and pulling it in to his grasp。 〃Anakin！〃 he called； and he tossed the young Padawan the blade。 Anakin caught it without ever breaking the flow of his fighting； turning it under and igniting it immediately； putting it into the swirling flow。
Obi…Wan watched in admiration as Anakin worked the two blades in perfect harmony； spinning them over and about with blinding speed and precision。 And he watched with similar feelings the working of Count Dooku's red lightsaber； flashing ahead and back with equal precision； picking off attack after attack and even countering once or twice to interrupt the flow of Anakin's barrage。
Obi…Wan's heart leapt in hope as Anakin charged forward suddenly； bringing his green blade over his shoulder and across； down at the Count。 Obi…Wan understood immediately； even before he noted Anakin's blue blade ing up and over the other way…the green blade would push the Count's lightsaber out of the way； clearing the path for the victorious strike！
But Dooku retracted impossibly fast； and Anakin's down…cutting green blade hit nothing but air。
Dooku stabbed straight ahead； intercepting the blue blade。 The Count's hand worked up inside and over； then back around with a sudden twist； launching the blue lightsaber from Anakin's grasp。 Dooku went on the offensive immediately； driving the surprised and off…balance Anakin back。 Anakin fought hard to regain his fighting posture； but Dooku was relentless； thrusting repeatedly； keeping the young Padawan stumbling backward。 And then he stopped； suddenly； and almost on reflex； Anakin turned back on him； roaring and slashing hard。
〃No！ 〃Obi…Wan cried。
Dooku stabbed ahead and slashed out suddenly； intercepting not Anakin's green blade； but the Padawan's arm； at the elbow。 Half of Anakin's arm flew to the side； his hand still gripping the lightsaber。
Anakin dropped to the ground； grabbing his severed arm in agony。 Dooku gave another of his resigned shrugs。 〃And so it ends；〃 he said for the second time。
Even as he spoke； though； the great hangar doors of the tower slid open； smoke from the battle outside pouring in。 And through that smoke came a diminutive figure； but one seeming taller than all of them at that moment。
〃Master Yoda；〃 Dooku breathed