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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.

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. star_wars_duel_of_the_fates_epic_version_remast...

When the barriers finally vanished, the silence exploded. They surged into the final chamber—a vertigo-inducing pit of endless machinery. The Final Stroke paced like a caged tiger, his yellow eyes

Qui-Gon Jinn stepped forward, his green blade humming a steady rhythm that anchored him to the Living Force. Beside him, young Obi-Wan Kenobi’s blue saber flared to life, his movements sharp and anxious. Across the threshold stood a shadow made flesh: Darth Maul. Fuelled by a cold, desperate focus, he leaped into the fray

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.