Maul stood on the battlefield, his crimson lightsaber glowing menacingly in the dim light of the ruins around him. One Jedi stood before him, their own blades ignited in defense.

But Maul's mind was consumed by one thing and one thing only – anger. It fueled his every action, his every thought, his every move in battle. His rage surged within him, fueling his strikes with a raw power that made him a formidable opponent. But his anger also blinded him at times, causing his attacks to be sloppy and erratic. His movements were fueled by pure emotion, his strikes wild and unpredictable.

This wasn't the end.

Not really.

His anger was not enough. It consumed him, clouding his judgment and leaving him vulnerable to his enemies' attacks. He struggled to maintain control, to channel his rage into focused strikes that would bring down his foes. Until he felt a rather intense warmth at his side caused by the lightsaber and quickly pulled away with a hiss.

"You Jedi.." He hissed, looking at them.