I'm more impressed by Malgus' Force powers, and Dooku's sabers. Dooku 6/10---even the most powerful Force wielders tend to get up close with their sabers a lot.
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Malgus and Vidican vs Kao Cen Darach looks very similar to Dooku vs Anakin and Obi-Wan. In this fight he showed nice brutal strength and rage, but his force powers looks quite poor.
When he confront Satele Shan on Alderan he was mutch better with a saber, but his force powers were still weak.
In battle of jedi temple his powers lokks very nice, but his strongest enemy - Ven Zallow - dies by his lightsaber.
Dooku on the other hand was able to defeat his enemies by the force (Kenobi, Bulq).
He was also great duelist, one of the best in history.
Force: 6/10 for Dooku
Sabers: Dooku... but Malgus's brutal strengch might be very problematic for him
Truthfully I've yet to see much in the way of impressive Force-powers from Malgus. Though that may just be a result of poor representation of him by certain peoples.
I highly doubt that Dooku can defeat Malgus so often. Too much shortsighted assumptions here.
Malgus is highly skilled in lightsaber combat. Also, he can tolerate very powerful force moves from his opponents.
I doubt that Dooku can do anything serious to Malgus with the Force.
I will post details about how Malgus manhandled another prominent Sith Lord Adraas who also participated in destruction of the Jedi Temple.
Here are some:
Adraas scoffed. “I have hidden my true power from you, Malgus. It is you who will not leave here.”
“Then show me your power,” Malgus said, sneering.
Adraas snarled and held forth his left hand. Force lightning crackled from his fingertips, filled the space between them.
Malgus interposed his lightsaber, drew the lightning to it, and started walking toward Adraas. The power swirled around the red blade, sizzling, crackling, pushed against Malgus, but he strode through it. The skin of his hands blistered but Malgus endured the pain, paid it as the price of his cause.
As he walked, he spun his blade in an arc above his head, gathering the lightning, then flung it back at Adraas. It slammed into his chest, lifted him bodily from the ground, and threw him hard against the far well.
“Is that your power?” Malgus asked, still advancing, cloaked in rage. “That is what you wished to show me?”
Adraas climbed to his feet, his armor charred and smoking. A snarl split his face.
I will post more later on.
Only hope for Dooku is his skills with the lightsaber but Malgus is a very strong opponent even in this regard. Malgus utilizes his great strength and overwhelming strikes to take on his opponents. This is what Dooku would find most difficult to handle, as apparent from his duel with Anakin Skywalker.
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Her face went pale. Dooku lifted that one finger, and this time he tapped it in the air, as if pushing a needle into a pincushion. Ventress crumpled to her knees. Her voice came out clotted with pain.
"Please," she said. "Don't."
"It doesn't feel very good, does it? Like sharp stones in your throat and chest."
Dooku made another little patting motion, and Ventress slammed to the tile floor.
"It's the blood vessels I hate," Dooku said. "The way they stretch inside, like balloons about to pop."
"P-p-p-please..."
"But worse than anything is the memories," he said, more softly still. "They crowd around, like flies on meat. Every despicable thing, every petty vice, every little act of spite."
A cruel, strange quiet stretched out as Ventress panted on the stone floor. Rain ticked against the window glass, and the Count's soft voice went dark and far away.
"All the things you should have stopped, but didn't, and nothing will ever be right again. And the things you've done," he whispered. "By the pitiless stars, the things you've done..."
The comm on Dooku's desk beeped. He shook his head, like a man waking from a dream.
"The Troxan delegation is at the door."
Ventress crawled to her feet. Her face was bruised and her cheeks were wet with tears. Both pretended not to notice.
"Tell them I'll be right down," Count Dooku said.
Physically, the Count's age was rarely a handicap. Deft as he had become with the Force-unimaginably more subtle than the boy who had watched water-skeeters in the Jedi gardens all those years ago-he wore his eighty-three standard years better than most humans half his age. He was still in superb physical shape, senses keen, health undiminished by even the memory of a cold. Only in this situation, stooped before the image of his Master, did he feel his years. Even via hologram, the flickering figure of Darth Sidious, hideous in blue and shadows, seemed to strip his false youth away, leaving his bones brittle, his joints worn thin and knotted with tension.'
Assajj Ventress is no match for those who are well versed in the applications of the Force. Remember what Yoda did to her?
Here is the whole episode:
He resided in the calm eye of a storm of hate. Power churned around him, within him. He did not feel as if he were drawing on the Force, using it. He felt as if he were the Force, as if he had merged with it.
He had evolved. Nothing split his loyalties any longer. He served the Force and only the Force, and his understanding of it increased daily.
The growing power whirling around him, leaking through the lid of his control, made the suppression of his Force signature impossible. All at once he lowered all of the mental barriers, let the full force of his power roil around him.
“Adraas!” he shouted, putting enough power into his voice to cause the ceiling and walls to vibrate. “Adraas!”
He strode through the rooms and hallways of Adraas’s retreat, toppling or destroying everything within reach—antique desks, the bizarre, erotic statuary favored by Adraas, everything. He left ruin in his wake, all while shouting for Adraas to show himself. His voice rang off the walls.
He rounded a corner to see a squad of six Imperial troopers in full armor, blaster rifles ready, the front three on one knee before the other three.
They had been waiting for him. His Force-enhanced reflexes moved faster than their trigger fingers. Without slowing his pace, he pulled his lightsaber into his hand and activated it as the blasters discharged. The red line of his weapon spun so fast in his hand it expanded into a shield. Two of the blaster shots ricocheted off his weapon and into the ceiling. He deflected the other four back at the troopers, putting black holes through two chests and two face masks. Another two strides and a lunge brought him upon the surviving two troopers before they could fire again. He crosscut, spun, and crosscut again, killing both.
He deactivated his lightsaber and continued on through the manse until he reached a large central hall, perhaps fifteen meters wide and twenty-five long. Decorative wood columns that supported upper balconies lined its length at even intervals. A pair of double doors stood on the far side of the hall, opposite those Malgus had entered.
Lord Adraas stood within the open doorway. He wore a black cloak over his elaborate armor.
“Malgus,” Adraas said, his voice showing surprise, but his tone turning Malgus’s name into an insult. “You were in the Unknown Regions.”
“I am in the Unknown Regions.”
Adraas understood the implication. “I knew you would come one day.”
“Then you know I am here for you.”
Adraas ignited his lightsaber, shed his cloak. “For me, yes.” He chuckled. “I understand you, Malgus. Understand you quite well.”
“You understand nothing,” Malgus said, and stepped into the room.
Malgus felt the hate pouring off Adraas, the power, but it paled in comparison to the rage and hate roiling in Malgus. In his mind’s eye, he saw Eleena’s face as she died. It poured fuel on the flames of his rage.
Adraas, too, stepped into the room. “Do you think that your presence here is a surprise? That I have not long foreseen this?”
Malgus chuckled, the sound loud off the high ceiling. “You have foreseen it but you cannot stop it. You are a child, Adraas. And tonight you pay. Angral is not here to protect you. No one is.”
Adraas scoffed. “I have hidden my true power from you, Malgus. It is you who will not leave here.”
“Then show me your power,” Malgus said, sneering.
Adraas snarled and held forth his left hand. Force lightning crackled from his fingertips, filled the space between them.
Malgus interposed his lightsaber, drew the lightning to it, and started walking toward Adraas. The power swirled around the red blade, sizzling, crackling, pushed against Malgus, but he strode through it. The skin of his hands blistered but Malgus endured the pain, paid it as the price of his cause.
As he walked, he spun his blade in an arc above his head, gathering the lightning, then flung it back at Adraas. It slammed into his chest, lifted him bodily from the ground, and threw him hard against the far well.
“Is that your power?” Malgus asked, still advancing, cloaked in rage. “That is what you wished to show me?”
Adraas climbed to his feet, his armor charred and smoking. A snarl split his face.
Malgus picked up his pace, turned the walk into a charge. His boots thumped off the wood floor of the hall. He did not bother with finesse. He vented his rage in a continuous roar as he unleashed a furious series of blows: an overhand slash that Adraas parried; a low stab that Adraas barely sidestepped; a side kick that connected to Adraas’s side, broke ribs, and flung Adraas fully across the narrow axis of the hall. He crashed into a column and the impact split it as would lightning a tree.
Adraas growled as he climbed to his feet. Power gathered around him, a black storm of energy, and he leapt at Malgus, his blade held high. Malgus sneered, gestured, seized Adraas in his power, and pulled him from the air at the apex of his leap.
Adraas hit the ground in a heap, his breath coming in wheezes. He climbed to all fours, then to his feet, favoring his side, his blade held limply before him.
“You hid nothing from me,” Malgus said, and the power in his voice caused Adraas to wince. “You are a fool, Adraas. Your skill is in politics, in currying favor with your betters. Your understanding of the Force is nothing compared to mine.”
Adraas snarled, started to charge toward Malgus, a last-ditch attempt to salvage his dignity if not his life.
Malgus held forth his hand and the rage within him manifested in blue veins of lightning that discharged from his fingertips and slammed into Adraas. The power stopped Adraas’s charge cold, blew his lightsaber from his hand, caught him up in a cage of burning lightning. He screamed, squirming in frustration and pain.
“End it, Malgus! End it!”
Malgus unclenched his fingers and released the lightning. Adraas fell to the ground, his flesh smoking, the skin of his once handsome face blistered and peeling. Again he rose to all fours and looked up at Malgus.
“Angral will avenge me.”
“Angral will suspect what has happened here,” Malgus said, and strode toward him. “But he will never know, not for certain, not until it is too late.”
“Too late for what?” Adraas asked.
Malgus did not answer.
“You are mad,” Adraas said, and leapt to his feet and charged. He pulled his lightsaber to his fist and activated it. The attack took Malgus momentarily by surprise.
Adraas loosed a flurry of strikes, his blade a humming, red blur as he spun, stabbed, slashed, and cut. Malgus backed off a single step, another, then held his ground, his own blade an answer to all of Adraas’s attacks. Adraas shouted as he attacked, the sound that of desperation, filled with the knowledge that he was no match for Malgus.
Finally Malgus answered with an attack of his own, forcing Adraas back with the power and speed of his blows. When he had Adraas backed up against the wall, he crosscut for his head. Adraas ducked under and Malgus cut a column in two. As the huge upper piece of the column crashed to the floor and the balcony lurched above them, Adraas fell to one knee and stabbed at Malgus’s chest. Malgus spun out of the way and rode the spin into a chop that severed Adraas’s arm at the elbow. Adraas screamed and clutched his arm at the bicep while his forearm fell to the floor along with the column.
He deactivated his lightsaber, held up his left hand, and made a pincer of his fingers.
Adraas tried to use his own power to defend himself but Malgus pushed through it and took telekinetic hold of Adraas’s throat.
Adraas gagged, the capillaries in his wide eyes beginning to pop. Malgus’s power lifted Adraas from the floor, his legs kicking, gasping.
Malgus stood directly before Adraas, his hate the vise closing on Adraas’s trachea.
“You and Angral caused this, Adraas. And the Emperor. There can be no peace with the Jedi, no truce.” He clenched his fist. “There can be no peace, at all. Not ever.”
Adraas’s only answer was continued gagging.
Seeing him there, hanging, near death, Malgus thought of Eleena, of Adraas’s description of her. He released Adraas from the clutch of his Force choke.
Adraas hit the ground on his back, gasping. Malgus had a knee on his chest and both his hands on his throat before Adraas could recover. He would kill Adraas with his bare hands.
“Look me in the eyes,” he said, and made Adraas look at him. “In the eyes!”
Adraas’s eyes showed petechial hemorrhaging but Malgus knew he was coherent.
“You called her a mongrel,” Malgus said. He removed his gauntlets, took Adraas by the throat, and began to squeeze. “To my face you called her that. Her.”
Adraas blinked, his eyes watering. His mouth opened and closed but no sound emerged.
“You are the mongrel, Adraas.” Malgus bent low, nose-to-nose. “Angral’s mongrel and you and those like you have mongrelized the purity of the Empire with your pollution, trading strength for a wretched peace.”
Adraas’s trachea collapsed in Malgus’s grip. There was no final cough or gag. Adraas died in silence.
Malgus rose and stood over Adraas’s body. He pulled on his gloves, adjusted his armor, his cloak, and walked out of the manse.
Good enough?
General summary:
Malgus is physically much stronger then Dooku. He can tolerate very strong Force attacks. And hold his own against his opponents even in the worst of the times.
Malgus is not weak in any department. He can tire out Dooku and overwhelm him with his overpowering strikes.
Stop underestimating Malgus. He is much more powerful then Assaj Ventress.
Here we can see Anakin tear apart droids with his bare hands:
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And here we can see Dooku blocking both Anakin and Obi-Wan at the same time one handed:
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Here (3.37) we can see Grievous punch a dent in a Starship hull:
And here we can see Dooku treat Grievous like a broken-armed child:
BTW, here is the RotS description of Grievous:
'The electrodrivers that powered Grievous's limbs could move them faster than the human eye can see; when he swung his arm, it and his fist and the lightsaber within it would literally vanish: wiped from existence by sheer mind-numbing speed, an imitation quantum event. No human being could move remotely as fast as Grievous, not even Obi-Wan-but he didn't have to.'
Theres also a matter of Yoda carrying a house-sized gun on his back in Clone Wars volume 3 (comic). But even I'm iffy on that one.
And Dooku cannot? Remember that Dooku engaged in a Force duel with Yoda and stalemated. The same Yoda who would go on to Force Push hundreds of battle droids off a bridge and telekintically own 2 tank carrier transport ships in the Battle of Corescant.
Or Dooku could dance around his lightsaber like he did with Oppress.
Don't underestimate Asajj. Shes pretty hardcore.
Watch as she telekinetically owns some Clone Troopers in hysterically over the top fashion:
(3.00 onwards)
Ok, I have to admit, that scene is way too funny.
Also she displays impressive abilities here. Illusionment, Speed, Telekinesis, its all good stuff. She's also Force Crushed a Jedi Masters heart and animated corpses in the comics. And Force Choked Anakin and Kenobi at the same time in the CGI cartoon.
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I agree with what you posted Neph, but to be fair:
Yoda wasn't bothering going on the offensive in the Force against Dooku. He was just blocking. If he had decided to go all out, Dooku would have definitely lost then and there. It was Dooku who just prematurely claimed his Force might was on level with Yoda's and decided to move onto sabers.
Yoda won the 'Force exchange' against Sidious in ROTS, who is surely stronger in the Force than Dooku.
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Yoda's TK of the pod versus Sidious' was arguably greater since Sidious didn't even attempt to reverse it. In the subsequent Lightning battle, Yoda overpowered Sidious conclusively. Also, the pods made active sounds because they were being manipulated via the antigrav controls when Sidious was using them. Just turn the volume up.
Since Yoda and Dooku don't directly compare TK in such a manner in the movies, we can't argue much here. But if you introduce EU, it leans towards Yoda.
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