Maul is doing his absolute best to keep his rage in check as he steps into the arena besides Finn, letting his young partner do the trash-talking. These two...he knows these two. And his arm won't stop itching.
The false skin the techs put on it was a very good job. You wouldn't be able to tell it was actually a cybernetic replacement after his real arm was lopped off in battle against that slurring bespectacled troll. The skin is synthetic. It shouldn't itch.
But his arm won't stop itching.
He has to be careful; for the time being his identity as the Knave of Blades is a secret and he cannot be afford to let his anger for his encounter with these two fools show too much. This is just another battle, like any other. For fun.
But his arm won't stop itching.
He ignites the Darksaber, and assumes his combat stance, different from the one he adopted as the Knave. "And now it begins."
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The false skin the techs put on it was a very good job. You wouldn't be able to tell it was actually a cybernetic replacement after his real arm was lopped off in battle against that slurring bespectacled troll. The skin is synthetic. It shouldn't itch.
But his arm won't stop itching.
He has to be careful; for the time being his identity as the Knave of Blades is a secret and he cannot be afford to let his anger for his encounter with these two fools show too much. This is just another battle, like any other. For fun.
But his arm won't stop itching.
He ignites the Darksaber, and assumes his combat stance, different from the one he adopted as the Knave. "And now it begins."