Cutting your opponent's lightsaber in two won't kill them:
Out where Mace could flick his blade in one precise arc and slash the shadow's lightsaber in half.
One piece flipped back in through the cut open window. The other tumbled from opening fingers, bounced on the ledge, and fell through the rain towards the distant alleys below.
Now the shadow was only Palpatine: old and shrunken, thinning hair bleached white by time and care, face lined with exhaustion.
"Depa," Mace said desperately. "I don't want to fight you. Depa, please-"
She sprang at him, screaming without words; he couldn't know if she'd
heard him. He couldn't know if language still had meaning for her.
Then she was on him. His whole world turned to green fire.
Cutting your opponent's lightsaber in two won't kill them:
Out where Mace could flick his blade in one precise arc and slash the shadow's lightsaber in half.
One piece flipped back in through the cut open window. The other tumbled from opening fingers, bounced on the ledge, and fell through the rain towards the distant alleys below.
Now the shadow was only Palpatine: old and shrunken, thinning hair bleached white by time and care, face lined with exhaustion.
Depa by this point is simply too fast for Mace Windu, even while he's already using Vapaad.
All he has to do is simply block her attacks, and cut her lightsaber in two.
- He can't manage either - as the writer solidifies - she's too fast, too powerful.
Using more of Vapaad could cause him to lose himself within it, as Depa and Bulq had happen to them.
But it's the only way he can manage to block her attacks at all.
At this point - even small, light, and physically not much more than a skeleton - she overpowers him and breaks his gaurd - which he wouldn't need to want/try to hurt her to keep from being able to do that - he could just simply do it - if he had the capability.
Which he doesn't.
Depa's blade was everywhere.
Mace backpedaled, parrying frantically, absorbing the shock of her
attacks with bent arms and a two-handed grip. He was taller than she,
with more reach and weight, and vastly more muscle in his upper body, but
she drove him backward as though he were a child.
Green flame struck through his guard, and only a frantic jerk of his head turned what would have been a brain-burning thrust into a line of char along his cheekbone.
Cutting your opponent's lightsaber in two won't kill them:
Out where Mace could flick his blade in one precise arc and slash the shadow's lightsaber in half.
One piece flipped back in through the cut open window. The other tumbled from opening fingers, bounced on the ledge, and fell through the rain towards the distant alleys below.
Now the shadow was only Palpatine: old and shrunken, thinning hair bleached white by time and care, face lined with exhaustion.
Still he did not strike back.
"I will not kill you," he said. "Death is not the answer to your pain."
Cutting your opponent's lightsaber in two won't kill them:
Out where Mace could flick his blade in one precise arc and slash the shadow's lightsaber in half.
One piece flipped back in through the cut open window. The other tumbled from opening fingers, bounced on the ledge, and fell through the rain towards the distant alleys below.
Now the shadow was only Palpatine: old and shrunken, thinning hair bleached white by time and care, face lined with exhaustion.
Her 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.
He felt it: he had reached his own shatterpoint. And he was breaking.
And, in the end, he was just too tired. Too old.
Too wounded.
She was too strong, too fast, too everything.
Remember, Depa is tired and wounded too - she's little more than a skeleton.
Through the trace of Force connection he had with Nick, Mace felt the
young Korun collapse. Something broke inside his head, and all his own
wounds crashed upon him.
Every cut and bruise, every cracked bone and sprained joint, the man-bite
on his shoulder and the hole through his guts: all of them blossomed into silent screams.
Mace and Depa are both physically drained - but Depa is too fast for him to even just block her attacks.
She is too fast for the defensive abilities of Mace Windu - and her attributes exceed his, as has realized.
She was too strong, too fast, too everything.
His lightsaber went heavy, and his arms went slow. She burned a stripe across his chest, and he staggered.
His fighting spirit wasn't destroyed. It wasn't even far away. He could feel where it had gone. He could reach out and touch it.
It was waiting for him in the dark.
He took one last look at the darkness that called to him-Darkness within mirroring darkness without-
And turned away.
Even while Mace Windu uses Vapaad, as he has been, Depa is too fast and powerful for him.
Too fast for him to just simply defend against her attacks.
She's too fast for him to just cut her lightsaber in two and end the fight peacefully.
He doesn't want to lose himself to the darkness as Depa and Bulq did, and gives up.
She was too strong, too fast, too everything.
He let his blade vanish. His arms dropped to his sides.
Depa moved in for the kill.
Mace backed away.
She leaped for him, slashing, and he slipped aside. She pressed her
attack and he retreated, over bodies and through blaster-riddled wreckage of console banks, until he came hard up against a console that still had
power: indicator lights flashed like droid eyes in the gloom.
The blade of green fire whirled up, poised, and struck.
He let himself collapse.
He fell to the floor at her feet, and instead of cleaving his skull, her blade slashed the console behind him in half. Cables spat blue sparks across the burned gap.
This was the console that controlled the spaceport's signal-jamming equipment.
She was too strong, too fast, too everything.
Originally posted by Galan007
The aforementioned facts are 100% incontrovertible. Unlike others around here, I don't spew BS. 🙂
Yeah, you just have trouble with reading comprehension. 😮💨
The fact is:
1. Mace and Depa both were physically drained and both were tapping Vapaad.
2. All Mace had to do, was simply block her attacks - and she was too fast for him to simply do that, gutting and slashing him several times.
3. All Mace had to do, was simply flick his blade out, and cut her lightsaber in half, like he did to Darth Sidious, and he would end the duel peacefully, without hurting her.
He was not fast enough to be capable of this - she was faster than him, Period.
4. Mace knew he had to tap into the very core of Vapaad itself to just keep up with her speed and power:
She was too strong, too fast, too everything.
And he knew doing so would cause himself to be lost within it - as Depa and Bulq had had happen to them.
5. Depa Billaba, even while physically-emaciated and fighting Mace Windu who used Vapaad - managed to overpower and overwhelm Mace's defensive capabilities.
He was not able to able to block her attacks (which would be a passive action - not offensive.
He was not able to simply cut her lightsaber in two, like he did to the most powerful Dark Lord of the Sith in galactic history.
Her attributes had matched his in Vapaad, and he knew this.
Thusly, as everything has shown and proven, she was barely on par with him.
She was too strong, too fast, too everything.
You'd be an Idiot, to not be aware of this.
And to think that Maul could have even a chance.
At this point, Depa is greater in speed and power, than TPM Mace, who is more powerful than TPM Maul and likely slightly more powerful than the TCW Maul.
She is more powerful than this.
Maul gets killed by Depa Billaba.
He doesn't even have Vapaad; so he has no chance.
Time to wake up.