"Insolent dog!" Anakin rushes down the hallway to go meet this so-called
"great General." Obi-Wan however scolds him to stop. Anakin stops dead in
his tracks and listens to Obi-Wan's lecture. "If we're going to take him on
we take him on as a team. He has four arms and I've heard his body
movements are almost spider-like. If you want to try and tackle a foe like
that be my guest. Otherwise, we're working as a group. No ifs, ands, or
buts." Anakin sighs, "Yes, master."
The two dash down the hallway, but are suddenly stopped dead in their tracks by Grievous's fearsome, direful, and venerable droid bodyguards. The grayish, ash-colored droids stare down their challengers, electro-staffs in hand. Their red eyes focus upon them, bringing off eeriness, dismalness, glumness, gloominess, dimness, dreariness, and moodiness. "Chizz bop chinga- funga-bzz-bloop-bzz-shizz-chim-choop." Translation: "You Jedi have meddle in our Lord Grievous's affairs for the last time. Be prepared to face our wrath!" One of the evil droids chums. "You may look intimidating, but you're still just a bucket of bolts to us," Obi-Wan snaps back. "Nimm-chun- choon-bip-goop-glorba." Translation: "This is going to be fun. Let's turn these Jedi into goo."
"BUZZ!" Obi-Wan and Anakin begin switching and igniting on their lightsabers as the two droid bodyguards come at them. "WHA-HOOM! WHIZZ! CHUN!" The electro-staffs turn on and the two engage in full "man vs. droid" action. "WUZZ ZOOM!" One of the electro-staffs whams Obi-Wan in the gut causing him to fly into a wall by the shock of it. Anakin asks if he is alright, but Obi-Wan just lies slump on the floor dazed and out of consciousness. "Chee namba wamba glorr-chik-comm." Translation: "Your Master was a waste of time and our bets are you will be too youngling." Anakin growls in hate as he takes the two on blocking, deflecting, and countering every one of their shots. Both so fast and speedy on their feet. Obi-Wan suddenly gets up from with off his feet still feeling the after effects of dazedness and dizziness. He joins his comrade, but as he does the droids suddenly begin commencing the fight, bowing and kneeling down before the two Jedi. "What are they doing? Did we beat them?" Anakin asks.
"No, they set a trap. They were just baying and baiting us in. Buying time for their Master and now he's here. Right behind us..." Obi-Wan turns around swiftly and blocks the shot inches away from Anakin's left earlobe. "Impressive Master Kenobi. Here I thought you'd be a naïve twit like the rest of your kind." The two engaged in battle as Anakin watches along with Grievous's bodyguards who had just retreated back to the prison cells. Anakin lets them go and joins Obi-Wan in the fight against Grievous. "Oh look! Another fool to fight a fool's fight." Just as Anakin is about to attack, Grievous with quick precision and accuracy retracts his shoulders to release two more arms with blasters in each hand, then Force lifts another lightsaber into his first left hand. "Neat trick," Anakin replies "but I have neater ones." Anakin does a spin and takes on the two left hand arms, while Obi-Wan deals with the right. The three battle on into a dark hallway where the lighting fixtures are anything, but poorly lit and the atmosphere easily matches Grievous's ugliness, creepiness, hideousness, heinousness, nefariousness, vileness, and monstrousness not to mention his horrific, unsightly, and objectionable other body features. Anakin swings at Grievous, but Grievous moves out of the way causing Anakin to hit an electrical cord leaving the room to suddenly start blackening and darkening even more than before, but then all goes back to normal. Must've been a power surge, Grievous thought. Anakin throws another swing at Grievous, but he leaps up into the air and clings onto the wall with his long legs, stilting himself up with his impressive sturdiness and brawniness. Anakin was more and more beginning to understand Grievous's name even more than before. He was burdensome and oppressive, he did enjoy inflicting pain, and he excelled in his own flagrance, his own atrociousness, his own deplorableness, his own calamitousness, and his own lamentableness. Grievous then begins wall-crawling across the ceiling, blocking shots from the two Jedi below, but still keeping balance and a hold of the wall. Then, he jumps down and clubs Anakin across the face knocking him down, while roundhouse kicking Obi-Wan in the gut and across the cheek. "Your predictability is amazing to me. Leaving yourself open like that and here I thought you were the Council's best. I guess your Council sees differently than I do..."
Obi-Wan and Anakin brush themselves off and chase Grievous down another hallway. As they do Grievous fires off a few shots from his blasters, buying and giving himself time. The two Jedi deflect his shots and go after him into a low gravity room filled room. Grievous sees this as his advantage seeing as he has spider/cat-like reflexes unbeknownst to a human, or android. Anakin comes at Grievous and with a quick stroke chops the barrels of his blaster pistols in half, leaving smoke and steam to come out of the now broken nozzles. Grievous growls and kicks Anakin right across the room, Obi-Wan catches him, and stands him up as they go after Grievous once more. Obi-Wan runs at Grievous and takes him and his four arms on, ducking, moving, sidestepping, flipping, leaping, jumping, and bending out of the way of his green, red, blue, and yellow lighted lightsaber blades. As he does Anakin jumps up high into the air and kicks Grievous in metal plated chest and then kicks him again in his metal plated skull. Grievous suddenly loses his balance and falls over backwards over a guard rail and down a shaft leading down to nowhere, but endless abyss.
"Thank you," Obi-Wan says breathing heavily. "Your welcome. So, do you think he's gone?" Anakin asks. "It appears so, but I wouldn't put any doubt that he's still alive." Obi-Wan says wiping and clearing off the sweat from his eyebrows and forehead. "Well, that shaft seems to lead all the way down to the engine room. Maybe we should go and take a look." Anakin spouts off. "No, there's no way he could survive a fall like that. Let's leave it to fate to decide that horrid creature's place." Obi-Wan says finally catching his breath.
The two go up a long narrow hallway and make it to the control room doors leaving fate to attend to Grievous. However, before Grievous could fall any lower, he caught himself on a guard railing (a.k.a. like Luke in "EMPIRE STRIKES BACK.")
Anakin and Obi-Wan reach the blast doors leading to the control room and begin digging and carving a hole into the control room doors, making a ring shaped entranceway like "TPM." Unfortunately the Neimodonian technicians have already alerted an assortment of battle droids to deal with the two. "I knew Grievous would fail. So predictable, so foreseen." Dooku said frowning a bit, switching on his lightsaber. He watched as the beam of light came out before his eyes; a tinted smile now forming and replacing the frown.
The droids came down the hall fast blasting and firing their guns at Anakin and Obi-Wan without a bit of warning, or consent, but before Anakin and Obi- Wan can get a shot off from their lightsabers, flashes of green, blue, red, and yellow cross their paths and suddenly the droids begin dismantling and divesting to the floor. "You bantha poodoo will meet your last breaths. That stunt may have bought you time, but it will also cost you...your lives." Suddenly...Grievous comes at them waving his arms in a frenzy, catching Anakin and Obi-Wan completely off guard. Anakin dodges out the way as one of the lightsabers almost takes off his other arm. He already lost one in a battle with Dooku on Genosis and he could afford to lose another. Obi-Wan kicks Grievous in the stomach and then cuts off one of his retractable arms, Grievous wails in pain as the arm falls down to the floor with a lightsaber still being clutched and grasped by his fallen hand. "Not so tough now are you?" Obi-Wan asks. Grievous snarls and kicks Obi-Wan in the stomach than trips him with his other leg, then with his mighty foot starts stepping on Obi-Wan's ribcage. Obi-Wan yelps in pain, but the pain just too much for him that he cannot make out any words. Grievous than with three lightsabers in his hands lifts them high into the air ready to strike Obi- Wan down, but Anakin jumps at Grievous and before the General can make his killing blow, Anakin kicks him straight in his metal face. Grievous almost falls over backwards, but retains his balance. Then, as the both of them try to pickoff each other in a quick stroke of each other's blades a loud boom erupts the flagship. Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Grievous are suddenly thrown into a wall as the ship is being shot multiple times by the Republic vessels and their torrent guns.
The bridge of the giant cruiser was in absolute chaos. The lights were flickering off and on, and sparks were spraying out of numerous control panels. Several of the Neimodian technicians manning and stabling the bridge had been tossed from their chairs at their consoles, and were groggily getting back up to re-man their posts.
Dooku had also been tossed off of his feet, but he had been able to control his fall and protect himself through the power of the dark side. He stood now at the railing on the upper dais of the bridge.
"Lieutenant—damage report," he ordered.
"One moment, sir. The computer isn't functioning properly," the Neimodian called up to him.
What in the galaxy does Grievous think he's doing? Dooku thought as he waited for the damage report. He was supposed to kill the Jedi, not destroy the entire ship!
"The computer is coming back in-line now, Count Dooku, sir..."
"What happened?"
"It appears that there was a fuel leak in the main engines housings, and that is what caused the explosion. All primary propulsion systems are off- line. No secondary propulsion systems are responding. Hull breeches on levels twenty-six through fifty-three, and sub-level five through..." the lieutenant trailed off, then stared up at The Count with a horrified expression. "The ship's been torn in half!" he yelled.
Dooku stared at him for a second, not believing what he was hearing. "Impossible!" he said. He considered the matter for a handful of seconds, and then moved to the giant holo-projector console in the middle of the upper dais. He clicked a button and spoke into the receiver. "Hail our closest ship. Get me a holo-image of our ship—now!"
"Yes, sir."
Dooku peered out of the wide bank of windows that made up the view port of the bridge. Coruscant was enormous in their view, filling up the entire bay of windows, and Jedi Cruisers and Republic Assault Cruisers had them surrounded. And if what the lieutenant was saying was true they were now at the mercy of the Republic's forces—sitting ducks for them to do with as they pleased.
"Holo-image transmitting," the Neimodian technician said through the comm., and a second later a blue-white image of the outside of the giant cruiser appeared.
The ship had indeed been ripped in two by the enormous explosion. Right down to the keel. Debris and venting gases were spilling out of the ends of the halves of the ship, which was still on fire in several places. The force of the explosion had knocked the aft half of the ship quite a ways back towards the planet, and Republic and Separatist ships alike were trying desperately to scramble out of its way before it smashed into them.
Dooku watched as the aft portion of the ship tumbled further and further away towards the city-planet below. Without propulsion, the gravity well of the planet had grabbed a hold of the floating, mammoth piece of debris and was intent on reeling it in. Dooku wondered how long it would be before the same thing happened to the bow portion of the ship. Probably not long.
The sound of the elevator doors hissing open behind him brought Dooku out of his thoughts, and he turned to see Grievous and his droid bodyguards walking towards him. Seething and boiling with rage and infuriation, Dooku marched towards him.
"You fool!" Dooku yelled, raising his right hand with his palm facing up. Grievous' large metal frame rose into the air as if a giant hand had picked him up and was holding him there. "You were supposed to dispense of the Jedi, not blast the ship in half," Dooku said with his arm raised.
Grievous' bodyguards came at Dooku with their electro-staffs ignited and ready. Dooku lowered his arm as the droids ran at him and Grievous dropped back to his feet, stumbling to keep from falling over.
Then, with one quick wave of his hand, Dooku sent the droid bodyguards flying across the upper dais and into the far wall.
Grievous had regained his balance by now, and he was standing just mere meters away from Dooku with his hands held ready to pull out a weapon. The droids had untangled themselves from a pile on the floor and were standing again, but Dooku paid them no mind as they approached more cautiously this time. Dooku just kept his eyes fixed on Grievous's, his right hand hovering over the curved lightsaber hilt hanging from his utility belt. The chaos and noise on the bridge had come to a complete standstill as everyone below watched the fight unfolding above them.
Grievous raised a hand to signal to his bodyguards to stand down, then growled, "This was not my doing. It was the Republic's attack that caused the rupture in the engine room."
Dooku's anger was still potent, but he reigned it in for the sake of their mission. "Now we have no choice but to evacuate the ship. I hope, for your sake, General, that you can execute something as trivial as a successful escape from this fiasco."
A growl began emanating and originating from Grievous's vocal amplifier as he stared at Dooku with hatred in his eyes, then he started for the comm. console to contact the closest ships in order to organize their escape.
The lull in the chaos on the bridge was short lived as two robed figures suddenly ran in from the hall onto the main, lower floor. Holding ignited lightsabers in front of them defensively, the two Jedi rushed into the middle of the floor of the bridge, eyes scanning and senses alert for any possible attack.
The Neimodian technicians at their consoles in front of the bay of windows jumped up from their seats and shrank away from the invading Jedi duo like scared children. They cowered in groups off to the sides, hiding their faces and looking to each other for comfort. The pilot was the only Neimodian that didn't run for cover, but that was only because he was separated from the Jedi by being on the small, middle level of the bridge. Yet the pilot's chair appeared even bigger than it already was because the Neimodian was sinking as low in it as he could to avoid drawing attention to himself.
Anakin and Obi-Wan scanned the bridge, and then settled their eyes on the upper dais once they saw whom was standing there.
Dooku was at the railing, leaning on it with both hands. Grievous and his bodyguards moved to stand right next to him.
"Where's Palpatine, Dooku?" Anakin demanded.
"Master Kenobi, Young Skywalker," Dooku said with a taunting smile. "I might have known it was the two of you. Only you are dim-witted enough to risk your lives to save someone like Palpatine." He turned to Grievous, and with a nod ordered him to act.
Grievous took the left flight of stairs down from the upper dais, while his bodyguards took the right.
"They're coming at us from both sides," Obi-Wan said.
"We've got to stick together."
Anakin nodded, but he was only half listening. He continued to stare up at Dooku with hatred in his eyes as Grievous and his bodyguards reached the ground level and approached from both sides. Dooku stared right back, but not with hatred. Rather, his expression was a contemptuous sneer, which only further enraged Anakin.
The droid bodyguards approached Anakin slowly, cautiously, while Grievous took bold, heavy steps toward Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan raised his lightsaber defensively, ready for anything from General Greivous. He had heard that Grievous was a cunning warrior and was skilled in combat with practically any weapon.
A bony, white hand slipped into Grievous' cloak as he walked forward and emerged holding a dull-silver lightsaber hilt. Obi-Wan's eyes went back and forth from the hilt to Grievous' eyes. A wicked smile crossed the Droid General's eyes at seeing this, and he activated the green blade with a snap- hiss.
One of the droid bodyguards made the first move. It lunged forward at Anakin with its electro-staff. Still peering up at Dooku, Anakin raised his lightsaber to block the blow, then another, and another from the droid. The impact of his blade with the electro-staff made a screeching sound, like some strange animal crying out in pain. After the few futile attempts by the droid Anakin kicked it in the stomach and sent it skidding backwards across the floor.
The droid's two companions were on top of Anakin as soon as the kick had hit its mark. They came at him from opposite sides, trying to divide his attention. Finally Anakin was forced to focus all of his attention on his attackers, lest he be struck by one of those electro-staffs. He moved his lightsaber blade quickly from side to side, from shoulder to shoulder deflecting the swings from the droids.
Just after the pair of droids attacked Anakin, Grievous lunged forward at Obi-Wan. The Droid General came at Obi-Wan fast and hard, trading high swipes and low stabs at an incredible rate. Obi-Wan had to focus deeply on the Force to keep up with the moves, and his face contorted into a visage of stern determination.
Connected by their strong bond in the Force, Anakin and Obi-Wan were a dangerous and cunning duo. Their years of fighting together in such uneven matches had honed their skills to an unparalleled level. Without even a word, they both spun in the opposite direction and traded opponents. This unexpected move severely threw off the attacks of their aggressors, and both of them took advantage of the situation.
Anakin came at Grievous with so much aggression that The General was forced to backpedal. Obi-Wan had the advantage on the pair of droids and he drove them back several steps, but then the third bodyguard rejoined the fight and Obi-Wan was again forced to go on the defensive.
Or so the droids thought.
Once again Anakin and Obi-Wan used their strong bond in the Force to their advantage to cause confusion amongst their attackers. As Obi-Wan backed away from the three droids and their swinging electro-staffs, Anakin stopped his offensive push on Grievous and allowed himself to be backed up towards Obi-Wan's back.
But just before their backs touched Anakin leapt into the air and into a back flip over Obi-Wan and the three droids. A split second after Anakin jumped Obi-Wan turned to handle Grievous, and Anakin landed behind the droid trio. With one quick horizontal swipe Anakin cut two of the droids in half at the waist, resulting in a brilliant spray of sparks and a gurgling sound from the droids as their red eyes went dark. The third droid turned to block another swipe by Anakin that would have cut it from head to hip.
As Anakin traded blows with the droid he saw Dooku turn and walk away from the railing up above. He continued watching Dooku to see where he was going as he swiped at the droid with his blade. His view was limited by him being so far below the level Dooku was on, so he couldn't see exactly where he was headed, but he knew one thing—he was getting away, and Anakin couldn't allow that. Not by a long shot. He needed Dooku to show him where they were holding the Chancellor.
With a scowl, Anakin turned his full attention back to the droid and attacked with full force. He spun and jabbed, parried and ducked until he got his opening. Then, he came up out of a spin and thrust his left arm out at the droid, hitting it with a powerful Force Push. The droid flew backwards through the air crashed into the middle dais of the bridge right next to the pilot's chair. Then Anakin ran directly towards the pilot's chair.
"Anakin—where are you going?" Obi-Wan called after him.
"He's getting away!" Anakin yelled manically.
"We're supposed to stick together! The Council wants Dooku alive. You can't do that alone!"
But Anakin didn't listen.
Seeing Anakin coming right for him, the panicked pilot jumps up from his seat and ran off, screaming. Anakin jumped into the air, flipped and landed on the floor of the upper dais. Ahead of him he saw the doors of an elevator and knew that that must have been where Dooku had gone. He ran to them and forced them open. The elevator car wasn't there. Only an empty shaft. Apparently the car was still wherever Dooku was.
"Anakin! I still need your help down here!" Obi-Wan yelled.
But still Anakin paid him no mind. His thirst for revenge on Dooku and his desire to find and rescue Palpatine had taken complete control of him now. He stepped to the edge of the shaft and looked up into the darkness. Then he jumped into the air to pursue his prey and to find the man he cared for the most, leaving Obi-Wan behind to face his enemies alone. "ANAKIN!"
Those were the last words Anakin heard as he ran after Dooku bent on guillotining or beheading the man with his trusty blue lightsaber. Dooku however seemed to be relishing in the fact of Anakin pursuing him. It brought a very curvy, widened grin across his face as Anakin left poor old Obi-Wan behind to his fate. "I see you don't think too highly of your fellow Jedi. Here you could go and save him and help him, but instead you'd rather face me on-------to the death!" Dooku says, smiling in delight. "But stop me for laughing, but isn't rather amusing that when the last time we fought. I ended up the victor and you ended up losing an arm and Master Yoda had to save you and Obi-Wan's butts..."
"Your petty mockeries and derisions of me will not be able to save you this time Dooku. I've gone through your gibing, your flouting, your teasing, your taunting, your feigning, your criticizing, your discriminating, and your shaming long enough. It's time to end this Separatism, this Clone Wars, and you!" Anakin yells as he comes at Dooku without a clear warning, or permissive action.
As the two fought aside, silently Obi-Wan cursed Anakin for racing off without him. Not only was he worried about handling Grievous and the remaining bodyguard alone, but he was also worried for Anakin's safety. His lightsaber skills had improved immensely over the past three years since he and Dooku had last fought, but Anakin still had much to learn about the Force and control.
Dooku was skilled not only with a saber, but in many other, darker ways that Obi-Wan was certain Anakin would not be able to defend himself against. Even Master Yoda had been greatly fatigued by his fight with Dooku in that Geonosis hangar all those years ago. Even Master Yoda had not been able to stop Dooku from escaping alone. So what chance could Anakin possibly have? Very little...
Grievous spun forward with his green blade and Obi-Wan was forced to bring his thoughts back to the matter at hand. The remaining bodyguard had recovered from the toss Anakin had given him and was flipping through the air to land directly behind Obi-Wan. When the droid did, Obi-Wan was forced with the difficult position of having to defend the attacks of two swift opponents coming at him from opposite sides.
Obi-Wan spun and moved his blade in a complicated choreography from high to low to defend himself. Numerous times he tried to break to one side or the other to get out from between the two, but Grievous and the droid cut off his attempts with well-placed blows that forced him back between them. Obi- Wan held his ground as he fended them off, but he knew that eventually he would begin to tire while these two, being mechanical, would still be at their fastest. He needed to do something to get away from them and meet back up with Anakin before it was too late.
Obi-Wan tried again to get out from between them by sidestepping to the left. He took a large step to try to beat the blows he knew would come to block his way, but Grievous and the droid countered his move by side- stepping to meet him and obstruct his path. A quick glance over his shoulder showed Obi-Wan that his chance had come. As Obi-Wan had hoped, Grievous and the droid had overstepped in order to cut him off to the left in the direction of the bay of windows. Now there was a gap behind him, towards the middle of the room.
Obi-Wan leapt into the air and did a double back flip, landing several meters back away from the bay of windows and further into the middle of the room. Grievous and his bodyguard turned to watch him land then came towards him in a slow, predatorily gate, fanning out to either side to try to surround him once more. But Obi-Wan wasn't planning on giving them such an opportunity again.
Seeing that there was enough room to make a run for it, the Neimodian crew dashed across the floor behind Grievous and the bodyguard and off the bridge. One of them hit a panel next to the doors as he ran out, and after he did the thick doors began to iris shut.
Closing his eyes to slits, Obi-Wan pulled at one of the high-backed chairs in front of a computer terminal with the Force. The chair barely budged. Obi-Wan dug in deeper and put more concentration into it and the chair began to tear from the bolts holding it to the floor.
Grievous and the droid were almost to him now. They were tensing, and Obi- Wan could sense that they were about to come in for an attack.
And then they did.
With one final jerk through the Force, Obi-Wan yanked the chair from its bolts and connecting wires with a spray of sparks. The droid bodyguard was coming in to deliver the first blow. It had its electro-staff held high and ready to swipe down at Obi-Wan. It was only a step away when the chair slammed into its back. Obi-Wan stepped to the side to take on Grievous as chair and droid raced by and crashed into the wall just below the pilot's chair. Obi-Wan came at Grievous with a ferocious fervor, sending the Droid General on the retreat. He pushed the metal monster back, back across the main floor of the bridge. But just as soon as Obi-Wan thought he had the upper hand, Grievous spun and came back around with a kick of his metal, talon-toed foot right in Obi-Wan's chest.
A grunt escaped Obi-Wan's lips as the wind was knocked out of him and he flew backwards through the air. He crashed onto his side and slid across the floor until he ran into the short wall separating the lower dais from the middle. Shaking the stars from his mind, Obi-Wan looked up to see Grievous coming towards him with thunderous steps. Obi-Wan tried to push himself up to his feet, but he didn't have the strength. All he could do was lay there and watch as Grievous came towards him with murder in his yellow and black, viper eyes.
Grievous was only a few meters away now. Grievous would surely get him now, but Obi-Wan mustering and summoning all the Force he had in him Force pushed Grievous, with a big shockwave of the Force sending Grievous and his lightsabers pin-balling across the room. Grievous sprung up from his metal toe-clawed feet and couldn't believe the amount of energy flung at him. His joints felt out of whack and his robotic body felt like someone took a bomb and placed it in his insides and pressed the button for it to explode. Obi- Wan saw this moment as the opportune time. He was going to make Grievous pay for all the lives he had taken and all the planets destroyed, or conquered by him and his Droid Army. Running at him, Obi-Wan leapt over the projectiles and debris Grievous began Force throwing at him almost like doing hurdles at the Olympics. Grievous couldn't believe it. Somehow Obi- Wan had obtain an inner-Force, or some supernaturally, superficially advanced aurora of Force power within himself.
Grievous launched and hurled more projectiles at Obi-Wan, but Obi-Wan was too fast cutting, slashing, and slicing things into. Grievous now became worrisome and panicky. He now felt like deserting and retreating, but he was a General, designed for war, and combat. He couldn't leave his post. Obi-Wan jumped over the top of him and cut two of Grievous arms off leaving him with his two original arms. "ARARGH!" Grievous yelled as the pain instantly shocked him to the point of disbelief. "You Jedi scum! I SHALL KILL YOU FOR THAT!" Completely enraged and infuriated Grievous tries his best to gain Obi-Wan off guard to deliver the final blow, but Obi-Wan is too fast and too frog-like on his feet bouncing, jumping, leaping, hopping, and hipping from side to side. Grievous tries to get some more shots off, but Obi-Wan's jauntiness, jolliness, and spiritedness just cannot be taken down. Obi-Wan then punches and left-hooks, right-hooks, and uppercuts Grievous in his metal faced jaw and then kicks him in his robotic ribs, and then final with one quick stroke...WHAM! A moment of silence is suddenly overheard as Grievous feels himself starting to lose his balance, starting to feel cold and differentiating than his normal self. He looks down and sees Obi-Wan's blade sticking in and out of his chest and back and suddenly falls backwards; his alien eyes closing and being put to rest.
Back to Anakin Vs. Dooku...
"THUM! FZZUM!" Anakin and Dooku engaged at each other sweat falling and dripping from each other's bodies, sabers aligning and converging as one; intertwining and connecting. "This end's now Dooku." Anakin snarled, teeth gritting and grinding at Dooku. "Indeed it does. For you my young friend. Pity it is." Dooku says as lightning begins exerting and animating from his fingertips. Anakin ducks as a lightning bolt sails past his head hitting a wall. "Last time you hit me and caught me off guard. Now, you cannot hit the broadside of a wamp rat." Anakin jokes. Dooku's face remains a blank, but his heart and his body so instantly want to erupt in ferociousness, furiousness, savageness, vehemence, and brutality. "My powers are just warming up. Now, you will face the infinite wrath of the Sith!" Dooku snarls as electricity forms from his fingertips and goes outward.
The two dash down the hallway, but are suddenly stopped dead in their tracks by Grievous's fearsome, direful, and venerable droid bodyguards. The grayish, ash-colored droids stare down their challengers, electro-staffs in hand. Their red eyes focus upon them, bringing off eeriness, dismalness, glumness, gloominess, dimness, dreariness, and moodiness. "Chizz bop chinga- funga-bzz-bloop-bzz-shizz-chim-choop." Translation: "You Jedi have meddle in our Lord Grievous's affairs for the last time. Be prepared to face our wrath!" One of the evil droids chums. "You may look intimidating, but you're still just a bucket of bolts to us," Obi-Wan snaps back. "Nimm-chun- choon-bip-goop-glorba." Translation: "This is going to be fun. Let's turn these Jedi into goo."
"BUZZ!" Obi-Wan and Anakin begin switching and igniting on their lightsabers as the two droid bodyguards come at them. "WHA-HOOM! WHIZZ! CHUN!" The electro-staffs turn on and the two engage in full "man vs. droid" action. "WUZZ ZOOM!" One of the electro-staffs whams Obi-Wan in the gut causing him to fly into a wall by the shock of it. Anakin asks if he is alright, but Obi-Wan just lies slump on the floor dazed and out of consciousness. "Chee namba wamba glorr-chik-comm." Translation: "Your Master was a waste of time and our bets are you will be too youngling." Anakin growls in hate as he takes the two on blocking, deflecting, and countering every one of their shots. Both so fast and speedy on their feet. Obi-Wan suddenly gets up from with off his feet still feeling the after effects of dazedness and dizziness. He joins his comrade, but as he does the droids suddenly begin commencing the fight, bowing and kneeling down before the two Jedi. "What are they doing? Did we beat them?" Anakin asks.
"No, they set a trap. They were just baying and baiting us in. Buying time for their Master and now he's here. Right behind us..." Obi-Wan turns around swiftly and blocks the shot inches away from Anakin's left earlobe. "Impressive Master Kenobi. Here I thought you'd be a naïve twit like the rest of your kind." The two engaged in battle as Anakin watches along with Grievous's bodyguards who had just retreated back to the prison cells. Anakin lets them go and joins Obi-Wan in the fight against Grievous. "Oh look! Another fool to fight a fool's fight." Just as Anakin is about to attack, Grievous with quick precision and accuracy retracts his shoulders to release two more arms with blasters in each hand, then Force lifts another lightsaber into his first left hand. "Neat trick," Anakin replies "but I have neater ones." Anakin does a spin and takes on the two left hand arms, while Obi-Wan deals with the right. The three battle on into a dark hallway where the lighting fixtures are anything, but poorly lit and the atmosphere easily matches Grievous's ugliness, creepiness, hideousness, heinousness, nefariousness, vileness, and monstrousness not to mention his horrific, unsightly, and objectionable other body features. Anakin swings at Grievous, but Grievous moves out of the way causing Anakin to hit an electrical cord leaving the room to suddenly start blackening and darkening even more than before, but then all goes back to normal. Must've been a power surge, Grievous thought. Anakin throws another swing at Grievous, but he leaps up into the air and clings onto the wall with his long legs, stilting himself up with his impressive sturdiness and brawniness. Anakin was more and more beginning to understand Grievous's name even more than before. He was burdensome and oppressive, he did enjoy inflicting pain, and he excelled in his own flagrance, his own atrociousness, his own deplorableness, his own calamitousness, and his own lamentableness. Grievous then begins wall-crawling across the ceiling, blocking shots from the two Jedi below, but still keeping balance and a hold of the wall. Then, he jumps down and clubs Anakin across the face knocking him down, while roundhouse kicking Obi-Wan in the gut and across the cheek. "Your predictability is amazing to me. Leaving yourself open like that and here I thought you were the Council's best. I guess your Council sees differently than I do..."
Obi-Wan and Anakin brush themselves off and chase Grievous down another hallway. As they do Grievous fires off a few shots from his blasters, buying and giving himself time. The two Jedi deflect his shots and go after him into a low gravity room filled room. Grievous sees this as his advantage seeing as he has spider/cat-like reflexes unbeknownst to a human, or android. Anakin comes at Grievous and with a quick stroke chops the barrels of his blaster pistols in half, leaving smoke and steam to come out of the now broken nozzles. Grievous growls and kicks Anakin right across the room, Obi-Wan catches him, and stands him up as they go after Grievous once more. Obi-Wan runs at Grievous and takes him and his four arms on, ducking, moving, sidestepping, flipping, leaping, jumping, and bending out of the way of his green, red, blue, and yellow lighted lightsaber blades. As he does Anakin jumps up high into the air and kicks Grievous in metal plated chest and then kicks him again in his metal plated skull. Grievous suddenly loses his balance and falls over backwards over a guard rail and down a shaft leading down to nowhere, but endless abyss.
"Thank you," Obi-Wan says breathing heavily. "Your welcome. So, do you think he's gone?" Anakin asks. "It appears so, but I wouldn't put any doubt that he's still alive." Obi-Wan says wiping and clearing off the sweat from his eyebrows and forehead. "Well, that shaft seems to lead all the way down to the engine room. Maybe we should go and take a look." Anakin spouts off. "No, there's no way he could survive a fall like that. Let's leave it to fate to decide that horrid creature's place." Obi-Wan says finally catching his breath.
The two go up a long narrow hallway and make it to the control room doors leaving fate to attend to Grievous. However, before Grievous could fall any lower, he caught himself on a guard railing (a.k.a. like Luke in "EMPIRE STRIKES BACK.")
Anakin and Obi-Wan reach the blast doors leading to the control room and begin digging and carving a hole into the control room doors, making a ring shaped entranceway like "TPM." Unfortunately the Neimodonian technicians have already alerted an assortment of battle droids to deal with the two. "I knew Grievous would fail. So predictable, so foreseen." Dooku said frowning a bit, switching on his lightsaber. He watched as the beam of light came out before his eyes; a tinted smile now forming and replacing the frown.
The droids came down the hall fast blasting and firing their guns at Anakin and Obi-Wan without a bit of warning, or consent, but before Anakin and Obi- Wan can get a shot off from their lightsabers, flashes of green, blue, red, and yellow cross their paths and suddenly the droids begin dismantling and divesting to the floor. "You bantha poodoo will meet your last breaths. That stunt may have bought you time, but it will also cost you...your lives." Suddenly...Grievous comes at them waving his arms in a frenzy, catching Anakin and Obi-Wan completely off guard. Anakin dodges out the way as one of the lightsabers almost takes off his other arm. He already lost one in a battle with Dooku on Genosis and he could afford to lose another. Obi-Wan kicks Grievous in the stomach and then cuts off one of his retractable arms, Grievous wails in pain as the arm falls down to the floor with a lightsaber still being clutched and grasped by his fallen hand. "Not so tough now are you?" Obi-Wan asks. Grievous snarls and kicks Obi-Wan in the stomach than trips him with his other leg, then with his mighty foot starts stepping on Obi-Wan's ribcage. Obi-Wan yelps in pain, but the pain just too much for him that he cannot make out any words. Grievous than with three lightsabers in his hands lifts them high into the air ready to strike Obi- Wan down, but Anakin jumps at Grievous and before the General can make his killing blow, Anakin kicks him straight in his metal face. Grievous almost falls over backwards, but retains his balance. Then, as the both of them try to pickoff each other in a quick stroke of each other's blades a loud boom erupts the flagship. Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Grievous are suddenly thrown into a wall as the ship is being shot multiple times by the Republic vessels and their torrent guns.
The bridge of the giant cruiser was in absolute chaos. The lights were flickering off and on, and sparks were spraying out of numerous control panels. Several of the Neimodian technicians manning and stabling the bridge had been tossed from their chairs at their consoles, and were groggily getting back up to re-man their posts.
Dooku had also been tossed off of his feet, but he had been able to control his fall and protect himself through the power of the dark side. He stood now at the railing on the upper dais of the bridge.
"Lieutenant—damage report," he ordered.
"One moment, sir. The computer isn't functioning properly," the Neimodian called up to him.
What in the galaxy does Grievous think he's doing? Dooku thought as he waited for the damage report. He was supposed to kill the Jedi, not destroy the entire ship!
"The computer is coming back in-line now, Count Dooku, sir..."
"What happened?"
"It appears that there was a fuel leak in the main engines housings, and that is what caused the explosion. All primary propulsion systems are off- line. No secondary propulsion systems are responding. Hull breeches on levels twenty-six through fifty-three, and sub-level five through..." the lieutenant trailed off, then stared up at The Count with a horrified expression. "The ship's been torn in half!" he yelled.
Dooku stared at him for a second, not believing what he was hearing. "Impossible!" he said. He considered the matter for a handful of seconds, and then moved to the giant holo-projector console in the middle of the upper dais. He clicked a button and spoke into the receiver. "Hail our closest ship. Get me a holo-image of our ship—now!"
"Yes, sir."
Dooku peered out of the wide bank of windows that made up the view port of the bridge. Coruscant was enormous in their view, filling up the entire bay of windows, and Jedi Cruisers and Republic Assault Cruisers had them surrounded. And if what the lieutenant was saying was true they were now at the mercy of the Republic's forces—sitting ducks for them to do with as they pleased.
"Holo-image transmitting," the Neimodian technician said through the comm., and a second later a blue-white image of the outside of the giant cruiser appeared.
The ship had indeed been ripped in two by the enormous explosion. Right down to the keel. Debris and venting gases were spilling out of the ends of the halves of the ship, which was still on fire in several places. The force of the explosion had knocked the aft half of the ship quite a ways back towards the planet, and Republic and Separatist ships alike were trying desperately to scramble out of its way before it smashed into them.
Dooku watched as the aft portion of the ship tumbled further and further away towards the city-planet below. Without propulsion, the gravity well of the planet had grabbed a hold of the floating, mammoth piece of debris and was intent on reeling it in. Dooku wondered how long it would be before the same thing happened to the bow portion of the ship. Probably not long.
The sound of the elevator doors hissing open behind him brought Dooku out of his thoughts, and he turned to see Grievous and his droid bodyguards walking towards him. Seething and boiling with rage and infuriation, Dooku marched towards him.
"You fool!" Dooku yelled, raising his right hand with his palm facing up. Grievous' large metal frame rose into the air as if a giant hand had picked him up and was holding him there. "You were supposed to dispense of the Jedi, not blast the ship in half," Dooku said with his arm raised.
Grievous' bodyguards came at Dooku with their electro-staffs ignited and ready. Dooku lowered his arm as the droids ran at him and Grievous dropped back to his feet, stumbling to keep from falling over.
Then, with one quick wave of his hand, Dooku sent the droid bodyguards flying across the upper dais and into the far wall.
Grievous had regained his balance by now, and he was standing just mere meters away from Dooku with his hands held ready to pull out a weapon. The droids had untangled themselves from a pile on the floor and were standing again, but Dooku paid them no mind as they approached more cautiously this time. Dooku just kept his eyes fixed on Grievous's, his right hand hovering over the curved lightsaber hilt hanging from his utility belt. The chaos and noise on the bridge had come to a complete standstill as everyone below watched the fight unfolding above them.
Grievous raised a hand to signal to his bodyguards to stand down, then growled, "This was not my doing. It was the Republic's attack that caused the rupture in the engine room."
Dooku's anger was still potent, but he reigned it in for the sake of their mission. "Now we have no choice but to evacuate the ship. I hope, for your sake, General, that you can execute something as trivial as a successful escape from this fiasco."
A growl began emanating and originating from Grievous's vocal amplifier as he stared at Dooku with hatred in his eyes, then he started for the comm. console to contact the closest ships in order to organize their escape.
The lull in the chaos on the bridge was short lived as two robed figures suddenly ran in from the hall onto the main, lower floor. Holding ignited lightsabers in front of them defensively, the two Jedi rushed into the middle of the floor of the bridge, eyes scanning and senses alert for any possible attack.
The Neimodian technicians at their consoles in front of the bay of windows jumped up from their seats and shrank away from the invading Jedi duo like scared children. They cowered in groups off to the sides, hiding their faces and looking to each other for comfort. The pilot was the only Neimodian that didn't run for cover, but that was only because he was separated from the Jedi by being on the small, middle level of the bridge. Yet the pilot's chair appeared even bigger than it already was because the Neimodian was sinking as low in it as he could to avoid drawing attention to himself.
Anakin and Obi-Wan scanned the bridge, and then settled their eyes on the upper dais once they saw whom was standing there.
Dooku was at the railing, leaning on it with both hands. Grievous and his bodyguards moved to stand right next to him.
"Where's Palpatine, Dooku?" Anakin demanded.
"Master Kenobi, Young Skywalker," Dooku said with a taunting smile. "I might have known it was the two of you. Only you are dim-witted enough to risk your lives to save someone like Palpatine." He turned to Grievous, and with a nod ordered him to act.
Grievous took the left flight of stairs down from the upper dais, while his bodyguards took the right.
"They're coming at us from both sides," Obi-Wan said.
"We've got to stick together."
Anakin nodded, but he was only half listening. He continued to stare up at Dooku with hatred in his eyes as Grievous and his bodyguards reached the ground level and approached from both sides. Dooku stared right back, but not with hatred. Rather, his expression was a contemptuous sneer, which only further enraged Anakin.
The droid bodyguards approached Anakin slowly, cautiously, while Grievous took bold, heavy steps toward Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan raised his lightsaber defensively, ready for anything from General Greivous. He had heard that Grievous was a cunning warrior and was skilled in combat with practically any weapon.
A bony, white hand slipped into Grievous' cloak as he walked forward and emerged holding a dull-silver lightsaber hilt. Obi-Wan's eyes went back and forth from the hilt to Grievous' eyes. A wicked smile crossed the Droid General's eyes at seeing this, and he activated the green blade with a snap- hiss.
One of the droid bodyguards made the first move. It lunged forward at Anakin with its electro-staff. Still peering up at Dooku, Anakin raised his lightsaber to block the blow, then another, and another from the droid. The impact of his blade with the electro-staff made a screeching sound, like some strange animal crying out in pain. After the few futile attempts by the droid Anakin kicked it in the stomach and sent it skidding backwards across the floor.
The droid's two companions were on top of Anakin as soon as the kick had hit its mark. They came at him from opposite sides, trying to divide his attention. Finally Anakin was forced to focus all of his attention on his attackers, lest he be struck by one of those electro-staffs. He moved his lightsaber blade quickly from side to side, from shoulder to shoulder deflecting the swings from the droids.
Just after the pair of droids attacked Anakin, Grievous lunged forward at Obi-Wan. The Droid General came at Obi-Wan fast and hard, trading high swipes and low stabs at an incredible rate. Obi-Wan had to focus deeply on the Force to keep up with the moves, and his face contorted into a visage of stern determination.
Connected by their strong bond in the Force, Anakin and Obi-Wan were a dangerous and cunning duo. Their years of fighting together in such uneven matches had honed their skills to an unparalleled level. Without even a word, they both spun in the opposite direction and traded opponents. This unexpected move severely threw off the attacks of their aggressors, and both of them took advantage of the situation.
Anakin came at Grievous with so much aggression that The General was forced to backpedal. Obi-Wan had the advantage on the pair of droids and he drove them back several steps, but then the third bodyguard rejoined the fight and Obi-Wan was again forced to go on the defensive.
Or so the droids thought.
Once again Anakin and Obi-Wan used their strong bond in the Force to their advantage to cause confusion amongst their attackers. As Obi-Wan backed away from the three droids and their swinging electro-staffs, Anakin stopped his offensive push on Grievous and allowed himself to be backed up towards Obi-Wan's back.
But just before their backs touched Anakin leapt into the air and into a back flip over Obi-Wan and the three droids. A split second after Anakin jumped Obi-Wan turned to handle Grievous, and Anakin landed behind the droid trio. With one quick horizontal swipe Anakin cut two of the droids in half at the waist, resulting in a brilliant spray of sparks and a gurgling sound from the droids as their red eyes went dark. The third droid turned to block another swipe by Anakin that would have cut it from head to hip.
As Anakin traded blows with the droid he saw Dooku turn and walk away from the railing up above. He continued watching Dooku to see where he was going as he swiped at the droid with his blade. His view was limited by him being so far below the level Dooku was on, so he couldn't see exactly where he was headed, but he knew one thing—he was getting away, and Anakin couldn't allow that. Not by a long shot. He needed Dooku to show him where they were holding the Chancellor.
With a scowl, Anakin turned his full attention back to the droid and attacked with full force. He spun and jabbed, parried and ducked until he got his opening. Then, he came up out of a spin and thrust his left arm out at the droid, hitting it with a powerful Force Push. The droid flew backwards through the air crashed into the middle dais of the bridge right next to the pilot's chair. Then Anakin ran directly towards the pilot's chair.
"Anakin—where are you going?" Obi-Wan called after him.
"He's getting away!" Anakin yelled manically.
"We're supposed to stick together! The Council wants Dooku alive. You can't do that alone!"
But Anakin didn't listen.
Seeing Anakin coming right for him, the panicked pilot jumps up from his seat and ran off, screaming. Anakin jumped into the air, flipped and landed on the floor of the upper dais. Ahead of him he saw the doors of an elevator and knew that that must have been where Dooku had gone. He ran to them and forced them open. The elevator car wasn't there. Only an empty shaft. Apparently the car was still wherever Dooku was.
"Anakin! I still need your help down here!" Obi-Wan yelled.
But still Anakin paid him no mind. His thirst for revenge on Dooku and his desire to find and rescue Palpatine had taken complete control of him now. He stepped to the edge of the shaft and looked up into the darkness. Then he jumped into the air to pursue his prey and to find the man he cared for the most, leaving Obi-Wan behind to face his enemies alone. "ANAKIN!"
Those were the last words Anakin heard as he ran after Dooku bent on guillotining or beheading the man with his trusty blue lightsaber. Dooku however seemed to be relishing in the fact of Anakin pursuing him. It brought a very curvy, widened grin across his face as Anakin left poor old Obi-Wan behind to his fate. "I see you don't think too highly of your fellow Jedi. Here you could go and save him and help him, but instead you'd rather face me on-------to the death!" Dooku says, smiling in delight. "But stop me for laughing, but isn't rather amusing that when the last time we fought. I ended up the victor and you ended up losing an arm and Master Yoda had to save you and Obi-Wan's butts..."
"Your petty mockeries and derisions of me will not be able to save you this time Dooku. I've gone through your gibing, your flouting, your teasing, your taunting, your feigning, your criticizing, your discriminating, and your shaming long enough. It's time to end this Separatism, this Clone Wars, and you!" Anakin yells as he comes at Dooku without a clear warning, or permissive action.
As the two fought aside, silently Obi-Wan cursed Anakin for racing off without him. Not only was he worried about handling Grievous and the remaining bodyguard alone, but he was also worried for Anakin's safety. His lightsaber skills had improved immensely over the past three years since he and Dooku had last fought, but Anakin still had much to learn about the Force and control.
Dooku was skilled not only with a saber, but in many other, darker ways that Obi-Wan was certain Anakin would not be able to defend himself against. Even Master Yoda had been greatly fatigued by his fight with Dooku in that Geonosis hangar all those years ago. Even Master Yoda had not been able to stop Dooku from escaping alone. So what chance could Anakin possibly have? Very little...
Grievous spun forward with his green blade and Obi-Wan was forced to bring his thoughts back to the matter at hand. The remaining bodyguard had recovered from the toss Anakin had given him and was flipping through the air to land directly behind Obi-Wan. When the droid did, Obi-Wan was forced with the difficult position of having to defend the attacks of two swift opponents coming at him from opposite sides.
Obi-Wan spun and moved his blade in a complicated choreography from high to low to defend himself. Numerous times he tried to break to one side or the other to get out from between the two, but Grievous and the droid cut off his attempts with well-placed blows that forced him back between them. Obi- Wan held his ground as he fended them off, but he knew that eventually he would begin to tire while these two, being mechanical, would still be at their fastest. He needed to do something to get away from them and meet back up with Anakin before it was too late.
Obi-Wan tried again to get out from between them by sidestepping to the left. He took a large step to try to beat the blows he knew would come to block his way, but Grievous and the droid countered his move by side- stepping to meet him and obstruct his path. A quick glance over his shoulder showed Obi-Wan that his chance had come. As Obi-Wan had hoped, Grievous and the droid had overstepped in order to cut him off to the left in the direction of the bay of windows. Now there was a gap behind him, towards the middle of the room.
Obi-Wan leapt into the air and did a double back flip, landing several meters back away from the bay of windows and further into the middle of the room. Grievous and his bodyguard turned to watch him land then came towards him in a slow, predatorily gate, fanning out to either side to try to surround him once more. But Obi-Wan wasn't planning on giving them such an opportunity again.
Seeing that there was enough room to make a run for it, the Neimodian crew dashed across the floor behind Grievous and the bodyguard and off the bridge. One of them hit a panel next to the doors as he ran out, and after he did the thick doors began to iris shut.
Closing his eyes to slits, Obi-Wan pulled at one of the high-backed chairs in front of a computer terminal with the Force. The chair barely budged. Obi-Wan dug in deeper and put more concentration into it and the chair began to tear from the bolts holding it to the floor.
Grievous and the droid were almost to him now. They were tensing, and Obi- Wan could sense that they were about to come in for an attack.
And then they did.
With one final jerk through the Force, Obi-Wan yanked the chair from its bolts and connecting wires with a spray of sparks. The droid bodyguard was coming in to deliver the first blow. It had its electro-staff held high and ready to swipe down at Obi-Wan. It was only a step away when the chair slammed into its back. Obi-Wan stepped to the side to take on Grievous as chair and droid raced by and crashed into the wall just below the pilot's chair. Obi-Wan came at Grievous with a ferocious fervor, sending the Droid General on the retreat. He pushed the metal monster back, back across the main floor of the bridge. But just as soon as Obi-Wan thought he had the upper hand, Grievous spun and came back around with a kick of his metal, talon-toed foot right in Obi-Wan's chest.
A grunt escaped Obi-Wan's lips as the wind was knocked out of him and he flew backwards through the air. He crashed onto his side and slid across the floor until he ran into the short wall separating the lower dais from the middle. Shaking the stars from his mind, Obi-Wan looked up to see Grievous coming towards him with thunderous steps. Obi-Wan tried to push himself up to his feet, but he didn't have the strength. All he could do was lay there and watch as Grievous came towards him with murder in his yellow and black, viper eyes.
Grievous was only a few meters away now. Grievous would surely get him now, but Obi-Wan mustering and summoning all the Force he had in him Force pushed Grievous, with a big shockwave of the Force sending Grievous and his lightsabers pin-balling across the room. Grievous sprung up from his metal toe-clawed feet and couldn't believe the amount of energy flung at him. His joints felt out of whack and his robotic body felt like someone took a bomb and placed it in his insides and pressed the button for it to explode. Obi- Wan saw this moment as the opportune time. He was going to make Grievous pay for all the lives he had taken and all the planets destroyed, or conquered by him and his Droid Army. Running at him, Obi-Wan leapt over the projectiles and debris Grievous began Force throwing at him almost like doing hurdles at the Olympics. Grievous couldn't believe it. Somehow Obi- Wan had obtain an inner-Force, or some supernaturally, superficially advanced aurora of Force power within himself.
Grievous launched and hurled more projectiles at Obi-Wan, but Obi-Wan was too fast cutting, slashing, and slicing things into. Grievous now became worrisome and panicky. He now felt like deserting and retreating, but he was a General, designed for war, and combat. He couldn't leave his post. Obi-Wan jumped over the top of him and cut two of Grievous arms off leaving him with his two original arms. "ARARGH!" Grievous yelled as the pain instantly shocked him to the point of disbelief. "You Jedi scum! I SHALL KILL YOU FOR THAT!" Completely enraged and infuriated Grievous tries his best to gain Obi-Wan off guard to deliver the final blow, but Obi-Wan is too fast and too frog-like on his feet bouncing, jumping, leaping, hopping, and hipping from side to side. Grievous tries to get some more shots off, but Obi-Wan's jauntiness, jolliness, and spiritedness just cannot be taken down. Obi-Wan then punches and left-hooks, right-hooks, and uppercuts Grievous in his metal faced jaw and then kicks him in his robotic ribs, and then final with one quick stroke...WHAM! A moment of silence is suddenly overheard as Grievous feels himself starting to lose his balance, starting to feel cold and differentiating than his normal self. He looks down and sees Obi-Wan's blade sticking in and out of his chest and back and suddenly falls backwards; his alien eyes closing and being put to rest.
Back to Anakin Vs. Dooku...
"THUM! FZZUM!" Anakin and Dooku engaged at each other sweat falling and dripping from each other's bodies, sabers aligning and converging as one; intertwining and connecting. "This end's now Dooku." Anakin snarled, teeth gritting and grinding at Dooku. "Indeed it does. For you my young friend. Pity it is." Dooku says as lightning begins exerting and animating from his fingertips. Anakin ducks as a lightning bolt sails past his head hitting a wall. "Last time you hit me and caught me off guard. Now, you cannot hit the broadside of a wamp rat." Anakin jokes. Dooku's face remains a blank, but his heart and his body so instantly want to erupt in ferociousness, furiousness, savageness, vehemence, and brutality. "My powers are just warming up. Now, you will face the infinite wrath of the Sith!" Dooku snarls as electricity forms from his fingertips and goes outward.