Facing Anakin Skywalker's frenzied attacks, Darth Malthael did not take them seriously at all. The current Chosen One was still far too lacking; at most, he was merely on the level of a relatively strong Jedi Master.
Darth Malthael could not even be bothered to make a move. With slight shifts of his feet, he dodged every one of Anakin's attacks, while creating a Force barrier to keep him from rushing over. He looked mockingly at the enraged Anakin. "What do you think you are now, Anakin Skywalker? You are neither dark nor light; neither loyal nor rebellious; neither filial nor heartless... As a Jedi Knight of the light, loyalty, filial piety, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness—which of these have you achieved? None."
He looked at Anakin with pity. "But even when it comes to being bad, you are not thorough enough... That is the kind of person you are. All your life, you have wandered and hesitated. You possess the greatest talent in the Milky Way Galaxy. You are the Chosen One, the Son of the Force, yet when all is said and done, your heart and soul are still those of a mere mortal."
"My affairs... are none of your business!! Let my mother go! Otherwise... otherwise..." Anakin Skywalker's eyes were about to split with rage. The Dark Side Force around him grew ever stronger, almost visible to the naked eye!
Strands of black Force energy condensed into flashes of black lightning, flickering continuously around him. Even as he merely stood there, that immense power made the entire house tremble!
Seeing him like this, Darth Malthael gave a cold smile. "Good. Now this is somewhat interesting. But... it is nowhere near enough! You truly are far too weak! So weak that you are not even qualified to be a