[Late. He's too late. That's Maul's first thought when he comes on the scene and one of the Winchesters is already down with a lightsaber stab wound through his gut. Things are already going bad. Maul's silently cursing himself, Skywalker, and this whole rotten city. He ignites his saberstaff and swings the top half of it towards Anakin's head, growling out as he does so.]
Learn to pick on someone your own size.
[Maul is one at least powerwise if not physically.]
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Learn to pick on someone your own size.
[Maul is one at least powerwise if not physically.]