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- He leaned into a thrust at Kenobi's gut that the Jedi Master deflected with a rising parry, bringing them chest-to-chest, blades flaring, locked together a handbreadth from each other's throats. "Your moves are too slow, Kenobi. Too predictable. You'll have to do better."
- Kenobi's response to this friendly word was to regard him with a twinkle of gentle amusement in his eye.
- "Very well, then," the Jedi said, and shot straight upward over Dooku's head so fast it seemed he'd vanished.
- And in the space where Kenobi's chest had been was now only the blue lightning of Skywalker's blade driving straight for Dooku's heart.
- Only a desperate whirl to one side made what would have been a smoking hole in his chest into a line of scorch through his armorweave cloak.
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