Gideon
Doesn't he mention how he could never win, even on his best day?Spoiler:
Nice try.
Shatterpoint
Nick's guns roared flame at a hurtling dark shape that leaped from nowhere. Sparks clanged in the gloom as Mace whirled instinctively and slashed at the shape and it vanished in a dive that carried it over the console bank. Before he'd even seen what it was.[Kar:] You didn't feel me coming at you. You can't.
"That wasn't you," Mace said, low.
But it was. One-seventh of me.
Your pardon: one-eighth.
[...]
[Depa's] reply was a scream louder and more savage and an onslaught to match. She broke through his guard again and scorched his wrist. Another stroke burned a slice through his pants leg just above the knee.
Power roared around her, a rising storm of darkness.
Mace got it now: as each Akk Guard died, his share of pelekotan backflowed through the bonds Vaster had forged among them.
She was getting stronger.
And with each stroke of her blade, he could feel himself slipping into the shadows. He had to. She was too strong, too fast, too everything. The only way he could survive was to give more of himself to Vaapad. To give all of himself.
To sink into pelekotaris dream.
Shatterpoint
The shape [Kar] smoked with power. More power than Mace had ever felt.
Shatterpoint
Vastor was younger, stronger, faster, and immensely more powerful, and he wielded weapons that could not be harmed by the Jedi blade. Mace couldn't win such a battle on his best day, and this day was far from his best: he was exhausted, badly wounded, and heartsick.
Eminence
[...] Mace stated that he couldn't win a fight against a man commanding the power of eight Force-sensitives[:] the most powerful individual he'd even encountered.
Spoiler:
suck it.
Originally posted by GideonYeah, he stopped a bit after that line. Here's the whole excerpt...
^ Post ze excerpt plz.Edit: Wait, wait, wait. Wait. No, wait. Stop, hold on. Wait. Wait, damnit!
...What about "Anakin, he's too strong for me"? Did Palpatine stop shooting after that?
"This was beyond Vaapad; he had no strength left to fight against his own blade. "Take him. It's your destiny." Skywalker echoed him faintly. "Destiny ..." "Help me! I can't hold on any longer!" The yellow glare from Palpatine's eyes spread outward through his flesh. His skin flowed like oil, as though the muscle beneath was burning away, as though even the bones of his skull were softening, were bending and bulging, deforming from the heat and pressure of his electric hatred. "He is killing me, Anakin-! Please, Anaaahhh-" Mace's blade bent so close to his face that he was choking on ozone. "Anakin, he's too strong for me-" "Ahhh-" Palpatine's roar above above the endless blast of lightning became a fading moan of despair. The lightning swallowed itself, leaving only the night and the rain, and an old man crumpled to his knees on a slippery ledge. "I ... can't. I give up. I ... I am too weak, in the end. Too old, and too weak. Don't kill me, Master Jedi. Please. I surrender." Victory flooded through Mace's aching body. He lifted his blade. "You Sith disease-""
Originally posted by Darth_Glentract
Why is that? Sidious' saber skill increased significantly as well.
I agree with Galan's argument.
Gideon, I can't believe you're still around. I would've expected you to be a big shot lawyer by now or something, too busy picking apart holes in legal contracts to worry about this. Cool, though.