A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Far Away

Chapter 157

Fighting a bio-droid general that could launch twelve randomised attacks per second was no laughing matter.

Yet, Obi-Wan managed.

And so Grievous bumped it up to fourteen attacks per second....then sixteen....then eighteen.

Until at twenty, Obi-Wan's defenses were overloaded.

So the Jedi used his defence to attack. He blocked two of Grievous's lightsabers before flipping over the General, landing perfectly. The next attack that was sent Obi-Wan's way met his blade at just the right spot for the Jedi's lightsaber to cut through the duristeel hand holding the lightsaber that was holding it right at the wrist.

Grievous paused, staring at his now useless stump.

Obi-Wan just smiled.

Grievous lunged.

Obi-Wan parried.

A second hand catered to the duristeel deck.

Grievous looked from his hands to Obi-Wan and back before suddenly remembering he apparently had an urgent appointment somewhere else.

Anywhere else.

Obi-Wan stepped forward, only for the Force to scream a warning that caused him to jump back and narrowly miss a wayward scarlet bolt. Upon landing, Obi-Wan looked around, only to find that Grievous had disappeared into the confusion.

Looking at the nearest group of clones, Obi-Wan shouted, "The General! Which way?"

One of the clones made a motion towards the main entrance. Following the jester, he momentarily saw some sort of curved wheel transport swiftly rolling along of the rim of the sinkhole by an archway.

General Grievous was very good at running away.

"Not this time," Obi-Wan muttered, making a beeline straight through the mob of droids to the archway just in time to see Grievous pick up one of the MagnaGaurd's electrostaffs before heading straight off of the edge, where his wheeler grew four clawed-arms, assisting him downwards. "Blast."

Obi-Wan looked around for any sort of transport that he might possible be able to use. There were still no speeders, not that Obi-Wan wanted to fly through the mess outside, but it wasn't like he could catch Grievous on foot....

"Honnnnnk!"

The Jedi spun around to look into a dark interior tunnel.

"Boga?" he asked.

The dragonmount's had slowly appeared.

"Boga! Come here, girl! We have a general to catch," Obi-Wan told her, mountioning for her to come.

She watched him with a reproachful glare. "Honnnnnk."

"Very well," he told her with an eye roll. "I was wrong; you were right. Can we please go now?"

Boga, finally satisfied, trotted out into the open where Obi-Wan was quick to swing into the saddle. She left the rim of the sinkhole, swinging her head searching, until Obi-Wan spotted their quarry.

"There, girl—that's him! Go!"

Boga jumped, easily landing on the rim on the level below before leaping once more, entering the firestorm that Pau City had turned into. Obi-Wan's lightsaber spun back and forth, keeping shrapnel and basterfire at bay. They plumited through the city, gain tens of meters on Grievous with every leap.

Down below, Obi-Wan noticed a canopy was lifting and parting to show a small, ultrafast armored transport favored by Neimoidian executives of the Trade Federation for—you guessed it—fleeing.