And still… Jin-Woo didn't move. His gaze remained locked on Maul,and quigon who already duelling . The clash rang through the canyon-like hangar entrance—green meeting red in bursts of flashing light and roaring hums.
Qui-Gon lunged with a spinning leap, Form IV Ataru in full bloom. His robes fluttered with each acrobatic flip . He brought his blade down in a series of overhead arcs, battering Maul with a barrage meant to overwhelm.
But Maul wasn't budging. The Zabrak moved with feral precision, Form VII—Juyo—pouring through him like a storm barely restrained. Every move was sharp, unrelenting. His double-ended saber spun in sweeping crescents and brutal sweeps, each block met with a growl, each strike meant to maim. Sparks lit the floor like fireworks every time their sabers met.
Jin-Woo watched casually from a nearby ledge, sitting on a crate like a man spectating a pod race.
Qui-Gon dipped low, narrowly avoiding a saber strike aimed for his ribs, and grunted, sweat now dripping from his brow. His movements slowed just slightly—Ataru's weakness, demanding acrobatics draining his stamina fast.
"Master Jedi!" Jin-Woo called out with mock cheer. "You're starting to breathe like Jar Jar after a flight of stairs!"
Qui-Gon growled but focused. His steps were getting heavier.
Jin-Woo yawned. "Alright, a bit of juice then."
With a casual flick of his fingers, a thin wisp of his mana snaked out invisibly and pulsed into Qui-Gon's core. Like a second wind had been poured into him, Qui-Gon's posture straightened, eyes sharpened, his footwork lighter.
Maul's eyes narrowed. He felt the shift. Qui-Gon exploded forward, slamming Maul with a renewed surge of speed—his green blade catching Maul's edge mid-spin and nearly disarming him. Maul growled, backflipping to gain space, but Qui-Gon was right behind him, driving with controlled fury.
"You alright down there, Shadow Assassin?" Jin-Woo called lazily, now lying on his side like it was a spa visit. "Careful—you might actually get killed by Qui-Gon if you keep trying to outspin him. Try using your legs! Cheat a little!"
The duel stopped mid-movement. Both fighters froze—sabers still humming inches from each other's faces. Slowly, in perfect sync, they both turned to glare at Jin-Woo.
A mutual unspoken thought formed between them: Whose side are you even on?
Jin-Woo just waved with a smug grin, biting into a fruit he summoned from his shadow.
"What? I'm just saying… if he breaks your horns, you suck ."
Maul twitched violently—but didn't respond. He simply snarled and returned to the fight, blades flashing red once more as he and Qui-Gon resumed their deadly dance. Each strike now carried even more weight, more intensity—like their lives depended on it.
High above, on the viewing platform, Rey narrowed her eyes. Through the bond of the Force Dyad, her voice slid into Jin-Woo's mind. "Jin-Woo, Talon wants to test her strength against the Shadow Assassin."
Jin-Woo chewed his fruit once, then answered back mentally. "Nope. Talon's only been taught the basics. What she'll face down there is a veteran. She'll lose. I'll train her myself later."
Then Rey teased back, "Also… you might want to look up. Twelve o'clock."
A deafening BOOM split the air as a massive blaster bolt shot down from above—aimed directly at him.
Jin-Woo didn't even flinch. He casually ducked, letting the bolt scream past and sizzle harmlessly against the arena floor. His eyes tracked it back to the source.
The ramp of the Defender Light Corvette had lowered, its engines flaring as it prepared for departure. "Well, that's my cue."
In a blur of motion, Jin-Woo vanished—and reappeared directly beside Maul. "Hey."
Maul barely had time to react before Jin-Woo's foot slammed into his stomach with a CLANK.
The Zabrak was launched backward like a cannonball, crashing violently into the far arena wall and sending up a plume of dust and shattered stone.
Jin-Woo brushed his hands off. "Show's over, Qui-Gon. We heading to Coruscant or what?"
Qui-Gon deactivated his saber with a sigh. "Jin-Woo… is something wrong with you lately?"
Jin-Woo shrugged, already walking toward the loading ramp. "Not really. I just lack excitement these days."
They both stepped onto the ramp.
Suddenly, a groan echoed from the rubble. Maul—half-buried, blood on his lips—crawled forward, mouth opening as if to deliver some bitter curse or final vow.
Before he could speak, Morgan le Fay appeared beside Jin-Woo, descending the ramp with a tilt of her head and a cruel little smirk.
"Should I kill him?" she asked, calm as ever.
Jin-Woo raised a hand lazily. "Wait a sec. Let's enjoy the feeling."
They all watched as Maul, still wheezing, reached out a shaking hand toward Jin-Woo like a drowning man clawing for air.
Morgan laughed. "Wahahaha… Last time I saw someone this pathetic, it was one of those rebellious fairies begging for mercy."
Jin-Woo chuckled beside her. "I know, right? He looks like one of those Japanese Harima statues. You know… the ones with their mouths wide open like they just lost a bet with the gods."
Morgan gave Maul a sideways glance and whispered, "All bark. No bite."
Maul, still reaching, still silent—could only glare with helpless hatred as the ramp lifted, sealing them all inside. And then they were gone.
Maul's breathing steadied. He stood, ignited his communicator, and knelt. The holo-projector flickered to life with blue static before sharpening into the looming image of Darth Sidious.
The Sith Lord's hood concealed his face in shadow. "Report, Maul."
Maul bowed his head slightly. "Jin-Woo… survived. Again. My attack was blocked, somehow… without movement. Lord Sidious—there's something else. I don't know how to explain it. When I struck, it was as if… my blade stopped midair. Like some invisible wall rejected the strike. It felt—unnatural. Like the Force itself recoiled."
Sidious frowned beneath his hood. "Impossible. His midichlorian count is zero. Even the weakest Padawan has at least 7,000. To perform a feat such as you describe… a Jedi would need ten thousand or more."
Suddenly— Maul's senses screamed. He killed the holo-feed instantly and twisted his body—just in time to avoid a shadow-imbued strike aimed straight for his head.
The air split as a spectral blade—green and black—carved through where his neck had been a heartbeat ago. The attacker landed with perfect balance, silent as death.
A Nazgûl-like figure stood before him. Armor blackened with green hues. Robes flowing like shredded mist. Her limbs were visible beneath the cloak—covered in armored greaves and vambraces, designed for speed and lethal precision.
In her hands—Urfael. A curved blade humming with cursed energy, its green aura flickering like ghostfire.
Rey. Her voice, distorted beneath the mask, came cold and clear: "My lord says you're the best duelist. The greatest Juyo practitioner. But all I see—"
She raised Urfael again, pointing it toward his throat. "—is an attack dog who couldn't even bite."
Maul gritted his teeth, rage crawling across his features like fire under his skin. His saber reignited with a furious snap-hiss, its red glow bathing his face in bloodlight. "You don't know how much my master has placed his hopes in me!" he roared. "You useless monster!"
He surged forward, single-bladed saber spinning with his savage mastery of Form VII—Juyo. Each strike was violent, unpredictable. A brutal dance of strength and killing intent, honed through years of pain and exile. But Rey didn't falter. She moved with the elegance of a wraith—steps light, posture shifting seamlessly, combat style flowing like Talion of Mordor. Her movements weren't based in Jedi Form; they were forged from shadow mana, Soul Memory, and Jin-Woo's training. Urfael clashed against Maul's blade with shrieking force.
CLANK! CLANK! SHHHHRRRACK!
Rey ducked, slid under a sweeping strike, then rose in a spin that nearly took Maul's arm. Her green-black aura lashed out, each blow testing Maul's fury with cold, precise timing.
Maul snarled, pushing harder—his footwork erratic but aggressive, blade biting with relentless tempo.
Rey struck his hilt—then his shoulder.
Maul gasped, barely blocking the third attack.
Snarling, he raised his hand—grabbing a massive slab of stone from the ruined arena wall with the Force—and hurled it toward her.
"DIE!"
But Rey didn't blink. A pulse of dark mist erupted beneath her feet.
WHOOSH— She vanished. SHRRRINNNNG!
Reappearing behind him with a snap of air, Urfael arced toward his spine.
Maul twisted—barely deflecting it.
He slid back, boots scraping across dust and stone, breathing sharp and labored.His mind spun. She… she teleported? This wasn't illusion. It was instant. He widened his stance, adjusting. No patterns.. . If I guess wrong once—I'm dead.
Maul's eyes narrowed. He'd fought Jedi. He'd even fought his own kin. But he had never fought something like this. And Rey—Urfael humming low in her hand—slowly raised her free hand.
She beckoned him. "Come, attack dog."
Maul didn't growl this time. He simply acted. Both arms shot forward as he unleashed a brutal wave of Force Telekinesis. Massive chunks of stone, metal, and shattered pylons launched toward Rey like a barrage of comets—each big enough to crush bone and armor alike.
Rey didn't move at first. Then—CRACK! Her palm slammed to the ground. A pulse of unnatural cold burst out like a dome. The floor iced over instantly in a 50-meter radius. Frost spiraled into the air, coating the incoming debris in rime. And then… Fwoosh… CRRCK! The stones froze in midair. Suspended. Motionless. Suspended in time like fractured memories.
Maul's eyes widened—just a flicker. His instincts screamed as he activated Force Stealth, blending into the frosted terrain She's hiding something worse. She's testing me.
He shifted his weight, expecting the worst—and it came fast.
His saber slashed forward, barely skimming Rey's mask.
The metal cracked. A piece flew off.
But beneath… There was no face.
Just a hollow darkness that pulsed with unnatural life.
Rey's head tilted slightly, silently.
Her mood—worsened. The ground behind her split open.
Dozens of green-lit portals burst wide.
From the cracks in space itself, WRAITHS emerged—spectral knights clad in tattered shadow, each wielding glowing green ghostblades.
Rey's voice was quiet. Absolute. "Kill this dog."
The Wraiths raised their blades. Maul fell into a crouch, snarling, crimson saber humming at his side. But just before they moved—
Jin-Woo's voice entered her mind through the Dyad. "Rey. Show's over. I need Maul alive."
Rey's expression twitched. "You keep too many pawns alive," she answered, mentally. "This again, Jin-Woo?"
"You killed my Gorog earlier. I told you to subdue it.. You've had your fun today. Pull back —but if you want, you can leave him a horrifying gift ." Jin woo Replied
There was a long, tense silence. Then— "…Tch."
Rey lowered her hand. Her gaze drifted back to Maul. And she spoke—calm and cutting. "I know your master is Sidious."
Maul stiffened. His eyes widened just slightly—not from fear… but from shock.
Rey continued. "One day, he will discard you. Just like the rest. You were never meant to rise, only to be used."
And with that… The air rumbled. Behind her, a colossal shadow rose. The dead Gorog. The 40-meter-tall titan she had slain earlier. Its broken form shuddered… then convulsed… then stood. Black mist wrapped its corpse like silk. Its eyes glowed emerald-green. With one silent command from Rey, the beast breathed again. She leapt onto Nazgul Drake . Wings unfurled. The Gorog roared, shaking the ground—and Rey, now cloaked in wind and shadow, looked down one last time at Maul.
She raised a hand. "Bye bye," she said dryly. "It's been fun."
And then— WHOOMM! The sky split. The drake soared into the clouds, carrying Rey with it—leaving behind only frost, shadow… and a very, very angry Zabrak. Who now had to fight a corpse titan alone.