[He'd been waiting for this. He figured either Obi-Wan would find a way to subdue his wayward apprentice or Anakin would kill his master, in which case they were all kinds of fucked, as Maul knew he might die if he went up against the man now calling himself Darth Vader.
When Obi-Wan hauls Anakin over to Maul's home, he looks from his longtime foe to the supposed Sith now missing his robotic hand and just shakes his head. He circles Anakin's prone form, prodding him with a claw or toe now and again as if assessing what he's got to work with here.]
You're no Sith. [He says contemptuously to the unconscious body.] You're a child throwing a temper tantrum.
[He looks back towards Obi-Wan.]
I must warn you I've never done this before.
[But they really don't have a lot of other options here. So Maul sits down near Anakin's head and focuses. In a way, summoning the magic this place here has given him is like connecting with the Force. He just needs to reach out and feel it, to mold it into the purpose he needs it for. He closes his eyes, hands hovering there, and when he feels like it's right there where he can touch it, he reaches forward.
His hands go transparent and physically go inside Anakin's mind, a sickly green glow now surrounding the two of them like the same hue Dathomirian Nightsister witches used when they performed magic. He can feel things inside Anakin, dark ugly things that he can only assume is the corruption in this place. He's started to suffer a little from it himself. He grasps the bits of it and starts pulling them out. They appear as clouds of black smoke which begin to dissipate as soon as Maul fully gets them out of the Jedi's head.]
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When Obi-Wan hauls Anakin over to Maul's home, he looks from his longtime foe to the supposed Sith now missing his robotic hand and just shakes his head. He circles Anakin's prone form, prodding him with a claw or toe now and again as if assessing what he's got to work with here.]
You're no Sith. [He says contemptuously to the unconscious body.] You're a child throwing a temper tantrum.
[He looks back towards Obi-Wan.]
I must warn you I've never done this before.
[But they really don't have a lot of other options here. So Maul sits down near Anakin's head and focuses. In a way, summoning the magic this place here has given him is like connecting with the Force. He just needs to reach out and feel it, to mold it into the purpose he needs it for. He closes his eyes, hands hovering there, and when he feels like it's right there where he can touch it, he reaches forward.
His hands go transparent and physically go inside Anakin's mind, a sickly green glow now surrounding the two of them like the same hue Dathomirian Nightsister witches used when they performed magic. He can feel things inside Anakin, dark ugly things that he can only assume is the corruption in this place. He's started to suffer a little from it himself. He grasps the bits of it and starts pulling them out. They appear as clouds of black smoke which begin to dissipate as soon as Maul fully gets them out of the Jedi's head.]