Oh Sith. Maul really needs to learn when to keep his big mouth shut. But he's got pride and his blood is riled up right now with the thrill of a good fight, so that is most certainly not today. He turns to deal with the skeletons that start to reform, alternately slashing with his saberstaff or tearing them apart with the Force.
He thinks that the tactic is merely to drown him in the many numbers of the skeletons until the net is woven and closing in on him. Maul looks across to the stranger he still knows next to nothing about. Well played, strange man. But Maul's not done yet.
Having torn apart one of the skeletons with his bare hands, Maul holds the skull of one of the horned skeletons like an actor on the stage playing Hamlet. Then he lets go of the skull and it hovers in midair before he aims it right at John's head. It comes zooming at his face as fast as Maul can telekinetically throw it.
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He thinks that the tactic is merely to drown him in the many numbers of the skeletons until the net is woven and closing in on him. Maul looks across to the stranger he still knows next to nothing about. Well played, strange man. But Maul's not done yet.
Having torn apart one of the skeletons with his bare hands, Maul holds the skull of one of the horned skeletons like an actor on the stage playing Hamlet. Then he lets go of the skull and it hovers in midair before he aims it right at John's head. It comes zooming at his face as fast as Maul can telekinetically throw it.