Maul didn't speak. He reached for his hilt, and two crimson blades snapped out with a sound like a crack of thunder. The Dance of Death
The rhythm of the fight broke at the laser gates. Trapped between humming red barriers, the three combatants paused.
Hanging by a single metal protrusion, Obi-Wan looked up at the snarling Sith. He didn't see a monster; he saw the end of his Master’s dream. He centered himself, called Qui-Gon’s saber to his hand, and vaulted over Maul in a single, impossible arc.