1003, Duel
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Obi-Wan Kenobi blocked Green Betty's Lightsaber, clearly sensing the dark and chaotic Force within her.
Looking at the "person" before him, Green Betty—the Jedi Master once renowned for her wit and wisdom—was now neither human nor ghost.
Her combat suit was in tatters, riddled with damage from her reckless attacks despite her injuries. What flowed from those wounds was not blood, but black, foul-smelling pus. Her skin was ashen and cracked all over. Calling her a corpse now would not have been an exaggeration.
"So this is... the power of the Archangel of Death?" Obi-Wan Kenobi's eyes burned with fury. "Toying with death, toying with life!"
"Roar!!" Green Betty charged at him again.
As Obi-Wan Kenobi fended off her utterly frenzied assault, he silently made up his mind...
The Archangel of Death would pay for this!
Fierce fighting continued all around them. This area was a ruined industrial district. The Separatists had assembled over ten thousand droids, along with more than five thousand Dagg soldiers and over a thousand Fourth Civilization Army troops, in an attempt to drive out the Clone Army.
Obi-Wan Kenobi led his 212th Attack Battalion in a difficult defense against their offensive.
Green Betty's attacks became ever more frenzied. Though she had completely lost her mind, the Force talent and swordsmanship long ingrained in her bodily instincts still drove her to launch mad attacks against the enemy before her.
Within her decayed and withered mind, only one voice remained, endlessly urging her: kill the man before you, kill him!!
The sorrow in Obi-Wan Kenobi's eyes deepened, because he had finally made up his mind to end this tragedy and grant her true release.
He suddenly feinted. Green Betty, who had completely lost her senses, fell for it at once and lunged to one