Mace ground his teeth together, panting harshly. “Leave this place, Kar Vastor. I won’t let you harm these children.”

Vastor lifted shields that still shone mirror bright; Mace’s lightsabers had not even scarred their surface. Blood fever surged in Mace’s heart. Vastor moved toward him with the ponderous menace of a hungry rancor. I see flames in your eyes, Jedi Mace Windu: jungle green and stormcloud purple. I hear echoes of blood’s thunder in your ears.

He brought the curved backs of his vibrating shields together to make an earsplitting squeal that shot chills across Mace’s back, and his fighting grin showed teeth filed sharp as a vine cat’s. You have decided to take my life.

“I won’t let you harm these children,” Mace repeated.


- Shatterpoint, Chapter 8