Originally posted by fascistcrusader
In Labyrinth of Evil Grevious started using a style similar to Vaapad, and Mace simply couldn't beat him.
Don't believe everything you hear - you should read the book yourself before you believe the word of every Grievous fanboy.
Without pausing, Grievous drew two lightsabers from inside his
billowing cloak. By the time they were ignited, Mace was already on and all
over the cyborg, batting away at the two blades, swinging low at
Grievous's artificial legs, thrusting at his skeletal face. The
lightsabers thrummed and hissed, meeting one another in bursts of dazzling
light. In a corner of Mace's mind he wondered to which Jedi Grievous's
blades had belonged. Just as the Force was keeping Mace from being blown
from the mag-lev's roof, magnetism of some sort was keeping the
general fastened in place. For the cyborg, though, the coherence
hindered as much as it helped, whereas Mace never remained in one place
for very long. Again and again the three blades joined, in
snarling attacks and parries. As Mace already knew from Ki-Adi-Mundi and
Shaak Ti, Grievous was well trained in the Jedi arts. He could
recognize the hand of Dooku in the general's training and
technique. His strikes were as forceful as any Mace had ever had to
counter, and his speed was astonishing. But he didn't know Vaapad - -
the technique of dark flirtation in which Mace excelled. To the rear
of the car, where Grievous's pair of MagnaGuards had made the mistake of
pitting themselves against Kit Fisto, the Nautolan's blade was a
cyclone of blazing blue light. Resistant to the energy outpourings of a
lightsaber, the phrik alloy staffs were potent weapons, but like any
weapon they needed to find their target, and Kit simply wasn't
allowing that. In moves a Twi'lek dancer might envy, he spun around
the guards, claiming a limb from both with each rotation: left legs,
right arms, right legs... The speed of the train saw to the rest,
ultimately whisking the droids into the canyon like insects blown from the
windscreen of
a speeder bike. The loss of his confederates was noted
by whatever computers were slaved to Grievous's organic
brain, but the loss neither distracted nor slowed him. His sole
setting was attack. Successful at analyzing Mace's lightsaber style,
those same computers suggested that Grievous alter his stance and
posture, along with the angle of his parries, ripostes, and thrusts.
The result wasn't Vaapad, but it was close enough, and Mace
wasn't interested in prolonging the contest any longer than necessary.
Crouching low, he angled the blade downward and slashed, guiding it through
the roof of the car, perpendicular to Grievous's stalwart advance.
Mace saw by the surprised look in the cyborg's reptilian eyes that, for
all his strength, dexterity, and resolve, the living part of him wasn't
always in perfect sync with his alloy servos. Clearly, Grievous
- - onetime courageous
commander of sentient troops - - realized what
Mace had done and wanted to sidestep, where General Grievous - - current
commander of droids and other war machines - - wanted
nothing more than to impale Mace with lunging thrusts of the paired
blades. Slipping into the gap made by Mace's saber, Grievous's left
talon lost magnetic purchase on the roof, and the general faltered. Mace
came out of his crouch prepared to drive his sword into Grievous's
guts, but some last-instant firing of the general's cybersynapses
compelled the cyborg's torso through a swift half twist that would
have sent Mace's head hurtling into the canyon had the maneuver
prevailed. Instead Mace leapt backward, out of the range of the
slicing blades, and Force-pushed outward, just at the instant of
Grievous's single misstep. Off the side of the car the general went,
twisting and turning as he
fell, Mace trying to track the general's contorted plunge, but unsuccessfully. Had he fallen into the canyon? Had he managed to dig his duranium claws into the side of the car or grab hold of the mag-lev rail itself? Mace couldn't take the time to puzzle it out. One hundred meters away, the gunboat retracted its landing gear and rose from the roof on repulsorlift power. Reckless shots from one of the pursuing gunships obliged the Separatist craft to skew, then dive, with the gunship following close behind. Mace and Kit watched in awe as the two ships began to helix forward around the speeding mag-lev, exchanging constant fire. Climbing away from the train's sharp nose, within which the magnetic controls were housed, the gunboat made as if to bank west, only to bank east at the last instant. By then, however, the gunship - - leading its target west - - had already fired. Drilled by a swarm of deadly hyphens, the mag-lev's control system blew apart, and the entire train began to drop.
And Rampant Ox, quit defending Dooku just cause you like him. Guess who my favorite Star Wars character is. Darth Maul. Could he beat Mace Windu? Nope.