6 Dooku and Grievous

Anakin wasted no time and launched into action, his lightsaber cutting through the air as he intercepted Grievous's spinning blades, halting their deadly dance.

"We'll see about that." Anakin retorted, his blade meeting Grievous's with a shower of sparks as they clashed in a whirlwind of motion.

Before long, Obi-Wan joined the fray, seamlessly blending his movements with Anakin's, creating a formidable duo against the cyborg general.

Anakin unleashed a flurry of strikes, driving Grievous backward, while Obi-Wan deftly parried any counterattacks, their teamwork proving to be too much for the mechanical menace.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan's voice cut through the chaos as he spotted an opportunity.

Understanding instantly, Anakin sidestepped, allowing Obi-Wan to deliver a swift blow that sliced through one of Grievous's arms.

With a shriek of pain, Grievous stumbled backward, but his determination remained unwavering.

"Damn Jedi..." He growled, glaring at Obi-Wan as he prepared to retaliate.

Across the battlefield, Windu and Count Dooku engaged in a duel of their own, their lightsabers clashing with deadly precision.

Though Windu fought with all his skill, he found himself gradually being pushed back by Dooku's relentless assault.

'My Vaapad isn't having the desired effect.' Windu realized, gritting his teeth as he struggled to maintain his ground.

"You may as well retreat, Master Windu. You cannot hope to defeat me." Dooku taunted, his confidence evident in his every move.

Windu remained silent, focusing all his energy on the fight. But as the duel continued, he felt his defenses falter, and before he could react, Dooku's blade sliced toward his unguarded hand.

Shock flashed across Windu's face as he realized he wasn't gonna dodge in time... But his eyes widened once again, as he was saved by a sudden intervention from above.

Boom!

With a crash, a figure landed between them, a powerful wave of force knocking both combatants off balance.

As the dust settled, the figure emerged, clad in dark armor embroidered in gold, standing calmly beside Windu.

"Master Revan? How did you arrive so quickly?" Windu questioned, casting a curious glance at the newcomer, before noticing the flying Gunship above them.

"You'd be surprised. The battlefronts aren't as distant as they seem." Revan replied casually, his gaze fixed on Dooku.

"And where is Master Plo?" Windu inquired, noting his absence.

"Another battlefront required his assistance. I came alone, but fear not, I am more than capable of handling reinforcements." Revan assured, his own tone oozing with confidence as he took off a hilt from his waist.

Zmmm!

Igniting his saber, a blade of bright golden energy took shape, vibrating with power.

Both Dooku and Windu were taken aback by the sight, surprise filling their eyes.

'Master Yoda already told me about it, but to think a golden saber was actually created, and not passed down...' Windu commented inwardly.

"A golden lightsaber?" Dooku scrutinized Revan's armor, before nodding in understanding, "An armored Jedi, who wears a Mandalorian helmet and has a golden lightsaber. I see... You're Revan, The Jedi Order's little genius." Dooku muttered as he had an intrigued expression.

Ignoring his remark, Revan lightly spun his saber as he spoke, "Fighting an opponent such as yourself is an honor, Count Dooku... Don't disappoint me."

Dooku had a sly smile as he replied, "Let's see if the rumors are true-"

Revan didn't even take note of his words, launching himself at Dooku with a vertical swing of his lightsaber, bringing it down.

Dooku effortlessly evaded the attack, his calm demeanor unwavering as he met Revan's subsequent flurry of strikes with calculated precision.

Amidst their multitude of clashes, they finally halted, their lightsabers firmly pressed against each other, the glow of their weapons casting stark shadows upon their faces as they silently stared each other down.

As they were having an equal clash of strength, Revan seized an opportunity, freeing one of his hands, causing Dooku to narrow his eyes in suspicion.

In a swift motion, Revan's free hand attempted to deliver a punch, although surprised, Dooku, ever the astute combatant, evaded it with a subtle tilt of his head.

Anticipating Dooku's evasion, Revan pushed his saber aside and swiftly twisted his entire body, his opposite arm's elbow aimed directly at his opponent's nose.

Bam!

Caught off guard, Dooku stumbled back from the force of the blow, grunting in annoyance as he lightly touched his bloodied nose, "You..." He began, his tone filled with frustration, though it quickly subsided. "A Jedi who resorts to his fists? How unorthodox."

"Sometimes unorthodox is necessary." Revan's retort was punctuated by a dash of speed, and daring aerial maneuver, flipping over Dooku with graceful agility.

Taking advantage of Dooku's momentarily exposed back, Revan aimed a strike with his saber, only to be met with a casual block from Dooku, who hadn't even turned his head.

"But you still seem rather inexperienced." Dooku remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glanced back at Revan.

Revan spoke proudly, "Or maybe I just made it seem that way." 

Dooku furrowed his brows, before noticing Revan's opposite hand, extended, only a few feet away from him. Perplexed at first, his eyes widened with realization, but it was too late.

A slight static went off at the tip of Revan's fingers, before surging with energy, as streams of golden lightning burst out with immense power.

Zzzzz!

They immediately made contact with Dooku's figure as he convulsed violently, his body shaking in response to the overload of lightning in his body.

An instant later, the lightning stopped, as he fell to one knee, gasping for air, his clothes tinged with ashes, as his face looked drained.

However beneath Revan's mask, he had displeased features, 'Lightning of the light side is far too weak...'

Dooku himself slowly gazed up from his kneeled position, his eyes locking onto Revan with a rather complicated expression, "A Jedi that uses lightning?... Revan-" It seemed he wanted to speak more, but his attention snapped back behind him.

To the immediate threat, as Windu's purple saber closed in on him, forcing him to roll at the last moment, but it seemed fruitless as the saber skimmed across his shoulder.

"Tsk." With a frown, Dooku continued to evade Windu's onslaught, creating distance, as he cast a brief glance at Grievous, who now stood with only one arm amidst the skirmish.

It was no contest as Grievous found himself continually retreating from the duo of Anakin and Obi-Wan.

"Useless fool... Grievous, it's time to retreat." Dooku muttered under his breath, motioning for Grievous to follow.

Quickly, Grievous complied, limping alongside Dooku as they faced the group of Jedi. 

"Retreating? Where do you think you're off to?" Revan was about to pursue until Obi-Wan's voice halted his advance.

"It appears they have reinforcements." Obi-Wan observed, pointing skyward as separatist Gunships descended upon them, opening fire as they neared.

Reacting swiftly, the four Jedi deflected the incoming barrage of red beams, forming a tight defensive formation.

As the gunfire ceased, Dooku and Grievous boarded their Separatist Ships, before peeking out.

"We will meet again Jedi. Especially you, Revan." Dooku was focused on Revan, as the ships quickly disappeared into the horizon.

"Well, they've slipped away." Revan remarked seemingly not surprised, as he extinguished his lightsaber and stowed it at his side.

"Damn it!" Anakin's frustration was palpable as he clenched his lightsaber hilt, until Obi-Wan's reassuring hand rested on his shoulder.

"Stay calm, Anakin." Obi-Wan advised, before turning his attention back to Revan.

"As for your lightsaber, Master Revan, I've heard rumors, but I never thought it to be true. Other than the Temple Guards who had it passed down to them, your the only Jedi to ever create a Golden Saber in many years." Obi-Wan's gaze bore a hint of interest as he regarded Revan.

Revan's response was characteristically natural, "The Force is unpredictable. Who knows what it had in store when granting me a saber of gold."

"Indeed, the Force remains a mystery to us all." Obi-Wan agreed.

While no one said anything, they all had mixed thoughts on Revan's use of lightning, it wasn't prohibited, as even Master Plo-Koon sometimes uses it, but it was frowned upon, seen as too violent for a Jedi.

"For now, I believe it prudent to regroup at the battlefront and await further intelligence on Dooku's whereabouts." Windu spoke as two Gunships descended to the ground.

"I'll escort Skywalker back with me, you and Master Kenobi are required elsewhere on the front lines." Revan added, glancing upwards to observe the ongoing space battle.

Before Obi-Wan could voice his objection, their attention was drawn to the arrival of multiple Acclamators, accompanied by a Venator in the center.

"Master Yoda has arrived." Windu mumbled with a sense of relief.

Revan nodded approvingly before turning to lead Anakin toward one of the Gunships. "Let's go Skywalker. Master Kenobi, Master Windu, may the force favor your endeavors."

"Don't worry too much Obi-Wan, I'll manage." Anakin replied confidently as he boarded the Gunship alongside Revan.

Obi-Wan sighed softly as he watched their departure, then turned to join Windu in the other Gunship.

"They grow up so quickly." He mused, a hint of nostalgia in his voice, as the Gunship lifted off and ascended into the sky.

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