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- Kenobi had made of himself a deliberate target, was standing in
- the open between the door and the nearest wing of the command console
- array, willfully drawing fire from two of the droids and all three
- of the men. His lightsaber was a blue blur, whipping so fast, deflecting
- the barrage of blaster bolts into the floor, the ceiling, back toward
- the droids and the humans, his defensive offense seemingly effortless,
- his face in profile a mask of severe concentration. No fear. No doubt.
- Instead, a supreme confidence. Curving his lips, the merest hint of a
- smile.
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