Humm!! The blood-red Lightsaber in Darth Vader's hand shot out in an instant, its crimson glow making his black armor seem even more terrifying and sinister.
Faced with such insults and doubts, he intended to respond in the most direct way possible.
Orman Tagge was also consumed by rage. With a flick of his hand, the two white Lightsabers at his waist sprang free. He spun them in a dazzling flourish and gritted his teeth. "Your cheap parlor tricks won't work on me, Darth Vader! I've set up interference devices here. Your little tractor beam trick is completely useless!"
"Hehehehehe..." A muffled laugh came from beneath the pitch-black mask. Darth Vader casually gestured behind him, and the office door slammed shut out of thin air!
Seeing Darth Vader turn around, Orman Tagge clenched his teeth and charged forward, swinging his Lightsabers.
Darth Vader did not even look at him. With a casual sweep of his left hand, the two Lightsabers flew from Orman's hands and fell under his control one after the other. With a crack, both were crushed in his grip. Then he raised his hand and seized the air. Orman was yanked over by the Force and lifted by the throat in Darth Vader's grasp!
In those few lightning-fast seconds, Darth Vader had not even turned around. Using only his free hand, he completed the entire sequence of movements with effortless fluidity, subduing Orman Tagge more easily than snatching up a chick.
The superhuman body that Orman Tagge's family had spent a colossal fortune creating was utterly powerless before the Sith Lord!
"This is only a lesson..." Darth Vader said as he brought the Lightsaber directly toward Orman Tagge's eyes. His movements were slow but incredibly precise. The blade crept closer and closer, until the heat of its