Dooku vs. Windu (Part 2)
The entire bridge instantly fell deathly silent, with only the scent of blood growing thicker and thicker.
Count Dooku, clad in a black combat suit and a red-and-black cloak, slowly walked in through the doorway, which was still dripping molten metal. He looked over the corpses scattered across the bridge and said coldly, "Poor children. I could clearly feel endless fear in their hearts... Master Windu, you truly are a terrifying presence."
Looking at the bodies sprawled across the floor, their heads pierced by their own weapons, blood pooling everywhere, terror still frozen on their faces even in death, Count Dooku's tone was filled with mockery.
"I should thank you as well, for allowing these cowards who only wanted to evade their responsibilities and flee this place as deserters to die on the battlefield." Mace Windu did not turn around. Still seated in meditation, he spoke calmly.
"Perhaps the battlefield was never where they belonged?" Count Dooku slowly stepped forward. He did not draw his Lightsaber, merely stood there with his hands behind his back, perfectly at ease. "You lured the entire Second Systems Army, more than a million people, out here to die with you. I truly cannot imagine such vile and shameless conduct coming from the Jedi Order."
"Still nothing compared to the Sith, who stole the entire Milky Way Galaxy. But it is not too late. I will kill every last one of you! One by one!" Mace Windu said through gritted teeth, the chilling killing intent in his voice impossible to miss.
"But clearly, all you have left are empty words." Count Dooku sneered. "Even with the Second Systems Army in your hands, you suffered such a crushing defeat. What can you do now, when you are nothing more than a