“Zannah!” the man shouted. “Do something!” But Bane’s apprentice didn’t move. She merely stood off to the side, biding her time and observing the action. The assassins fell on Bane again, but instead of repelling them with the Force, he allowed his body to become a conduit, turning himself into a physical manifestation of the dark side’s tumultuous power. As he spun like a whirlwind, his blade seemed to be everywhere at once: hacking, slashing, and slicing his enemies to ribbons.
