Count Dooku looked down at his abdomen in disbelief, then raised his eyes to General Grievous. With his last strength, he swung his Lightsaber fiercely, severing one of General Grievous's arms.
General Grievous did not press his advantage. He merely took a step back and coldly watched his dying opponent.
With a thud, Count Dooku's strength gave out, and he dropped to one knee. One trembling hand covered the wound in his abdomen while the other still gripped his curved-hilt Lightsaber. He remained in that position until his final breath left him.
Only then did General Grievous step forward and crouch before Count Dooku's corpse. Slowly, he removed the damaged metal mask from his face and placed it before the body, then began chanting an ancient Caladanian ballad.
A black Belbullab-22 fighter descended from the sky. Its cockpit opened, and a droid pilot jumped out and stepped aside.
General Grievous rose to his feet, gave Count Dooku's corpse one last deep look, then turned and leapt into the Soulless One, the fighter that belonged to him alone. He started the engines and soared into the sky.
At that moment, violent electrical sparks erupted simultaneously inside the heads of the hundred thousand battle droids that had taken part in the mutiny. Thick smoke followed, and every one of them crumpled to the ground like puppets with their strings cut, never moving again.
General Grievous piloted his fighter directly out through the planetary outer orbit guarded by General Trench, then headed to the spaceport to rendezvous with the Devastation-class battleship. He then led this fleet, composed of one Devastation-class battleship and ten cobbled-together Generous-class frigates, toward Hutt Space.
Meanwhile, the Slaughter-class battleship that had been ordered by Count Dooku to head to Felucia and use Dragon's breath to wipe out all life