“Your moves are too slow, Kenobi. Too predictable. You’ll have to do better.” Kenobi’s response to this friendly word was to regard him with a twinkle of gentle amusement in his eye. “Very well, then,” the Jedi said, and shot straight upward over Dooku’s head so fast it seemed he’d vanished. And in the space where Kenobi’s chest had been was now only the blue lightning of Skywalker’s blade driving straight for Dooku’s heart.

