@Andhaira said:
Maul easily. Grievous is useless with lightsabers vs force users. Since he cannot use the force, he cannot predict his opponents actions, and thus cannot even block blaster bolts, much less lightsaber blades from a trained force user. Witness how laughably easily Kenobi defeated him in saber combat. He cut up his arms very, very easily, and then force pushed him away, something which Grievous has not defence against at all.
Maul can use force choke/crush. He would not even need to ignite his saber, he would just force choke Grievous easily. But if lightsabers were needed Maul coudl easily destroy him that way as well.
Oh and btw, Qui Gon was hardly past his prime. If you say that, then both Yoda and Dooku and heck even Palpatine must utterly suck since they were all older than Qui Gon.
A force user typically grows more powerful with age, rather than weaker. The movies prove this.
This is just so wrong. All of it.
Maul easily.
Not at all.
Grievous is useless with lightsabers vs force users.
Right, that explains how he was owning Jedi:
And how he has held his own against Windu (who had an advantage because Grievous's movement was restricted):
Kit's bulging black eyes indicated Palpatine. "They want to take him alive."
The words had scarcely left his mouth when something hit the train with sufficient force to whip everyone from one side of the car to the other, then back again. The Red Guards were just regaining their balance when the roof began to resound with the cadence of heavy, clanging footfalls, advancing from the rear of the train.
"Grievous," Mace grumbled.
Kit glanced at him. "Here we go again."
Hurrying into the vestibule between the two lead cars, they launched themselves to the roof. Three cars distant marched General Grievous and two of his elite droids, their capes snapping behind them in the wind, pulse-tipped batons angled across their barrel chests. Farther back, clamped by animal-like claws to the roof of the train, was the gunboat from which the frightful trio had been released.
Without pausing, Grievous drew two lightsabers from inside his billowing cloak. By the time they were ignited, Mace was already on and all over the cyborg, batting away at the two blades, swinging low at Grievous's artificial legs, thrusting at his skeletal face. The lightsabers thrummed and hissed, meeting one another in bursts of dazzling light. In a corner of Mace's mind he wondered to which Jedi Grievous's blades had belonged. Just as the Force was keeping Mace from being blown from the mag-lev's roof, magnetism of some sort was keeping the general fastened in place. For the cyborg, though, the coherence hindered as much as it helped, whereas Mace never remained in one place for very long.
Again and again the three blades joined, in snarling attacks and parries. Grievous was well trained in the Jedi arts. Mace could recognize the hand of Dooku in the general's training and technique. His strikes were as forceful as any Mace had ever had to counter, and his speed was astonishing. But he didn't know Vaapad—the technique of dark flirtation in which Mace excelled.
To the rear of the car, where Grievous's pair of MagnaGuards had made the mistake of pitting themselves against Kit Fisto, the Nautolan's blade was a cyclone of blazing blue light. Resistant to the energy outpourings of a lightsaber, the phrik alloy staffs were potent weapons, but like any weapon they needed to find their target, and Kit simply wasn't allowing that. In moves a Twi'lek dancer might envy, he spun around the guards, claiming a limb from both with each rotation: left legs, right arms, right legs...
The speed of the train saw to the rest, ultimately whisking the droids into the canyon like insects blown from the windscreen of a speeder bike.
The loss of his confederates was noted by whatever computers were slaved to Grievous's organic brain, but the loss neither distracted nor slowed him. His sole setting was attack. Successful at analyzing Mace's lightsaber style, those same computers suggested that Grievous alter his stance and posture, along with the angle of his parries, ripostes, and thrusts. The result wasn't Vaapad, but it was close enough, and Mace wasn't interested in prolonging the contest any longer than necessary.
Crouching low, he angled the blade downward and slashed, guiding it through the roof of the car, perpendicular to Grievous's stalwart advance. Mace saw by the surprised look in the cyborg's reptilian eyes that, for all his strength, dexterity, and resolve, the living part of him wasn't always in perfect sync with his alloy servos. Clearly, Grievous—onetime courageous commander of sentient troops—realized what Mace had done and wanted to sidestep, where General Grievous—current commander of droids and other war machines—wanted nothing more than to impale Mace with lunging thrusts of the paired blades.
Slipping into the gap made by Mace's saber, Grievous's left talon lost magnetic purchase on the roof, and the general faltered. Mace came out of his crouch prepared to drive his sword into Grievous's guts, but some last-instant firing of the general's cybersynapses compelled the cyborg's torso through a swift half twist that would have sent Mace's head hurtling into the canyon had the maneuver prevailed. Instead Mace leapt backward, out of the range of the slicing blades, and Force-pushed outward, just at the instant of Grievous's single misstep.
Off the side of the car the general went, twisting and turning as he fell, Mace trying to track the general's contorted plunge, but unsuccessfully. Had he fallen into the canyon? Had he managed to dig his duranium claws into the side of the car or grab hold of the mag-lev rail itself?
Mace couldn't take the time to puzzle it out. One hundred meters away, the gunboat retracted its landing gear and rose from the roof on repulsorlift power. Reckless shots from one of the pursuing gunships obliged the Separatist craft to skew, then dive, with the gunship following close behind.
--Taken from Labyrinth of Evil
Since he cannot use the force, he cannot predict his opponents actions, and thus cannot even block blaster bolts, much less lightsaber blades from a trained force user.
Minus his technological advancements, yes. With them, no:
Generally, someone incapable of using the Force would find wielding a lightsaber difficult. However, the advanced technology built into Grievous's mechanical body gave him supernaturally fast reflexes and coordination.
-- Taken from Lightsabers: A Guide to the Weapons of the Force
Witness how laughably easily Kenobi defeated him in saber combat. He cut up his arms very, very easily, and then force pushed him away, something which Grievous has not defence against at all.
What? The only reason why Kenobi even managed to hold his own against Grievous was because his incredible mastery of Form III, Soresu, afforded him the defenses against Grievous's many blades. Maul's Force Pushes aren't as powerful as Obi-Wan's, from feats.
Maul can use force choke/crush. He would not even need to ignite his saber, he would just force choke Grievous easily. But if lightsabers were needed Maul coudl easily destroy him that way as well.
And neither has he used to an impressive extent. If he could, why is it he never overwhelmed either Obi-Wan or Asajj Ventress, nor did he even attempt to do so, because it is not in his nature to do so. He prefers usage of a lightsaber. Yes, this was when they were matured.
Oh and btw, Qui Gon was hardly past his prime. If you say that, then both Yoda and Dooku and heck even Palpatine must utterly suck since they were all older than Qui Gon.
Yes, he was past his prime. Yoda is a different story, because of usage of Force abilities such as Force Valor, he was not restricted. Although when he got too old, like in Episode VI, he did get weaker. Palpatine also uses similarly for himself.
A force user typically grows more powerful with age, rather than weaker. The movies prove this.
Right, the movies showed Obi-Wan to be even more powerful in Ep IV than in Ep III.
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