"Farewell, young apprentice."
Obi-Wan Kenobi turned to the source of the voice, knowing who he would find, but wishing it would not have to end this way.
Darth Maul was a red-skinned humanoid with a horned head, with black tattoos covering his body. His Dathomirian species was famous for these tattoos and their ferocity.
Maul wore a dark cloak with the hood thrown back, and held a cane with a handle that looked suspiciously like a double-bladed lightsaber, or a saberstaff.
Maul laughed, leaning on his cane. "Look what has become of you. A rat in the desert."
Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows, realizing it had been 30 years since their first duel, but they were still fighting the same battle. "Look at what I've risen above."
Maul shrugged off the insult, circling the campfire as Obi-Wan circled the opposite way.
"I've come to kill you."
Please tell me something I don't know, thought Kenobi, his hands clasped beneath his robe, his face as impassive as if he was talking to a friend about the weather.
"But perhaps it's worse to leave you here, festering in your squalor," Maul added with a grim smile, gesturing at the gray-bearded hermit who had been a young kid of 25 with a silent mind when Maul had firstbeen set against him.
"If you define yourself by your power to take life, the desire to dominate, to possess? Then you have nothing," Obi-Wan challenged prophetically, still wearing a neutral face.
Maul gripped his saberstaff with a sudden fit on rage, igniting a blade and putting out the fire with a swing. "And what do you have?" He snarled, showing Kenobi the Sith warrior of 22 who had stepped into the hangar on Naboo in hood and cloak, or the 10-years-older fighter who had burned entire villages to get Kenobi's attention.
Obi-Wan felt his belt for his own lightsaber, slowly and without changing his face.
"Why do you came to this place?" Maul asked, holding his blade in the same stance Obi-Wan had in their first duel on Naboo. "Not simply to hide. . ."
Obi-Wan's mind whirled. He knows. He knows about Luke.
"Oh . . . You have a purpose here," Maul realized with a nod. "Perhaps you are . . . Protecting something? No . . . Protecting . . . Someone?"
Obi-Wan ignited his saber with a look of determination on his face.
It was over in seconds, but those last painful moments of Maul's life echoed in Kenobi's mind forever.
Those last moments had not been of wrath against Kenobi . . . But of the hope that the Sith would be destroyed soon.
Author's Note: BLAST DISNEY! They only had three blows in the entire fight! But it was worth it, wasn't it? My overall favorite battle of all time. It all started with the stances: Obi-Wan's second stance was the same move Qui-Gon did on Naboo, and Maul's final move was the hit-to-the-chin he did to stun Qui-Gon.
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Darth Maul: Redemption
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