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“Down!” Grievous commanded. “Now bring it up! Steady. Faster!”The clash of sharpened steel echoed in Grievous’s ears as he advanced slowly, his brown cloak flapping behind him as it followed his movements. He kept his mind in the fight, considering all angles: knowing which would help him win, knowing which would make him lose. He locked blades with his opponent again. He took a moment to feel the shift of dry soil under his clawed, bare feet.Suddenly, Grievous’s opponent thrust up his weapon toward Grievous’s chest.“Ahh!” Grievous yelled. He clutched his opponent’s sword. Then he staggered, brought up his other hand, and collapsed hard on...