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- Not much had changed, except within Obi-Wan, who felt as if he
- had downed three bottles of Whyren’s Reserve. Bleary-eyed but lucid,
- tipsy but sure-footed, weary but attentive, Obi-Wan seemed to be
- the sum of all contrasts.
- More or less rooted in place, he swayed, wobbled, tottered, and
- reeled, evading or parrying an almost unremitting current of blaster
- bolts. His singed and burned cloak bore evidence of all the near hits,
- but the floor—heaped with droids, whole and in parts, bodies sparking
- and limbs twitching—spoke to the accuracy of his deflections.
- He felt at times as if he were merely holding the lightsaber and
- letting it do all the work. In one hand, in both, it made no difference.
- Other times he was able to anticipate the bolts, twist himself aside at
- the last instant, and allow the walls and floor to handle the ricochets.
- Sometimes he actually took a moment to congratulate himself on
- the skill of his returns.
- He was in the Force, to be sure, but deep in some other zone as
- well, giddy with astonishment, as the world unfolded in slow motion.
- Alerted by the commandos that the air was saturated with spores,
- Anakin had his rebreather in his mouth as he approached the room in
- which Obi-Wan had held his own against better than fifty droids, all
- of which lay scattered about the room. A weaving, shuffling, staggering
- Obi-Wan was dealing with the last of them when Anakin entered.
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- When the final droid collapsed, Obi-Wan aimed the blade of
- his lightsaber casually toward the floor and stood swaying in place,
- breathing hard but almost grinning.
- “Anakin,” he said happily. “How are you?”
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