Respect Mace Windu:
Force Valor/Protection/Speed/Jump
Force Valor is a light-sided power enabling a Jedi to enhance one's resolve and physical traits, such as strength, durability and speed. Force Protection is the passive (and sometimes active) enhancement of a Force sensitive's durability to varying superhuman degrees. Force Speed is the passive (and sometimes active) enhancement of a Force sensitive's speed to varying superhuman degrees. Force Jump or Leap allows a Force user to traverse superhuman distances (vertical or horizontal) via jumping or leaping.
Several instances of Mace generating multiple large afterglows with his blade:



Mace forms a web of lightning out of his blade:
Mace paced through it all with relentless calm, his only expression a slight frown of concentration, his blades weaving an impenetrable web of lightning.
Mace generates afterimages of his arms:
"This is called Vaapad, Kar." A fierce light burned in Mace's eyes. "How many arms do you see?"
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace moves his hand faster than the eye can follow:
Faster than the eye could follow, his hand flashed out, his thumb hooking the Korun's cheek while his fingers dug in behind the hinge of the man's jaw.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace's speed is greater than Kar Vastor's, as it is invisible. He strikes Vastor half a dozen times before Vastor can blink:
And even hurt, lurching drunkenly, Vaster still could whip his arms in blindingly fast raking slaps at Mace's head and wounded neck. But where Vastor's speed was blinding, Mace's was invisible. Not one of those slaps connected. Before Vastor could even focus his eyes, Mace had hit him six times: two thundering hooks to his short ribs, a knee slamming hard into the same thigh he'd hit before, an elbow snapping up to the point of his chin, and two devastating palm strikes to either hinge of his jaw.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace moves so quickly he is nothing more than a blurring silhouette, and he dodges a blaster bolt with such speed that it appears to phase through him. He then disappears and immediately reappears behind his enemy:

Mace smashing multiple Super Battle Droids (though this may have been a result of Shatterpoint):

Mace runs in a blur:

Mace runs in a blur again, dodging blaster fire:

Mace runs up a huge surge of earth:

Several impressive displays of Jump:




Telekinesis
Telekinesis is a basic, neutral Force power enabling Force-sensitives to manipulate their surroundings (often objects or individuals) via the Force.
Mace telekinetically manipulates several small trees, piling them up:
It took only minutes to clear a landing zone. I had used the Force to pile some of the smaller trees, intending to kindle their damp wood with my blade to make a huge smoking bonfire, but I didn't have to; before we had even cleared the zone, three flights of gunships swarmed overhead.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace collapses an unstable cliff:
The something he did was to reach deep through the Force until he could feel a structure of broken rock ten meters below him and five meters in from the face. He thought, Why wait? and shoved.
The dirt cliff shook, buckled, and collapsed
Source: Shatterpoint
He telekinetically moves a steamcrawler:
Mace bared his teeth to the night. With the Force, he seized the steamcrawler and yanked it back into place - but a squeal from above grabbed his attention.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace uses the Force to levitate himself and Nick Rostu down a several hundred meter vertical distance:
The gunships rate of fall was considerably slower; it only looked like it was going in out of control. Which was why, when Mace had towed Nick to within a few hundred meters above the gunship, a considerable exertion of his Force-strength was required to slow them enough to avoid a catastrophic splatter.Nick had lifted his eyes only once, as they plummeted toward the roof armor of the gunship: just long enough to recall vividly what Mace had said about leaving a red smear on a windscreen. His head was tucked back securely between his knees when Mace brought them to a thumpingly unceremonious landing that sent them bruised and bouncing along the top of the spinning ship.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace drifts downward gently using the Force:
Balanced on the balls of their feet, Mace and Kit hooked their lightsabers to their belts and drifted back down into the vestibule, as gently as the Force allowed.
Source: Labyrinth of Evil
Mace defeats Sora Bulq via telekinesis:

Mace defeats Quinlan Vos via telekinesis:

Mace throws a droid nearly three kilometers:

Mace hurls a speeder into Grievous, causing an explosion:

Mace telekinetically moves an AT-TE:

Mace's casual Force Push obliterates a number of droids:

Mace casually calls down a gate:

Mace displays Crush on Grievous:

Immovability
Immovability is an ability that enables a Force-user to root himself in place and make himself immovable.
Mace uses the Force to keep himself from being blown from a mag-lev train's roof whilst dueling with Grievous, but unlike Grievous, he is still able to move and fight agilely:
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.
Source: Labyrinth of Evil
Beast Language
Beast Language is a Force power enabling one to communicate with beasts:
Mace communicates with several bats, telling them that he will not harm them:

Force Sense/Shatterpoint
Force Sense is a basic power allowing Force sensitives to sense their surroundings via a sixth sense of sorts. A broader, passive iteration of that power also affords a Jedi passive precognition and clairvoyance. Shatterpoint is the ability to perceive fault lines with the Force.
Mace explains his talent and how he can detect the fault lines of a Corusca gem just by looking at it. He also recalls that he had sensed that Dooku had been the Shatterpoint of the war at the time of Geonosis (though not any longer), and that Shatterpoint allowed him to kill Jango Fett almost instantly:
In my dreams, the purple flare of my blade sizzles the gray hairs of Dooku's beard, and in the critical semisecond it takes Jango Fett to aim and fire, I twitch that blade and take Dooku with me into death.
And save the galaxy from civil war.
I could have done it.
I could have done it.
Because I knew. I could feel it.
In the swirl of the Force around me, I could feel the connections Dooku had forged among Jango and the Trade Federation, the Geonosians, the whole Separatist movement: connections of greed and fear, of deception and bald intimidation. I did not know what they were-I did not know how Dooku had forged them, or why-but I felt their power: the power of what I now know is a web of treason he had woven to catch the galaxy.
I could feel that without him to maintain its weave, to repair its flaws and double its thinning strands, the web would rot, would shrivel and decay until a mere breath would shred it and scatter its strings into the infinite stellar winds.
Dooku was the shatterpoint.
I knew it.
That is my gift.
Imagine a Corusca gem: a mineral whose interlocking crystalline structure makes it harder than durasteel. You can strike one with a five-kilo hammer and do no more than dent the hammer's face. Yet the same cystalline structure that gives the Corusca strength also gives it shatterpoints: spots where a precise application of carefully measured force-no more than a gentle tap-will break it into pieces. But to find these shatterpoints, to use them to shape the Corusca gem into beauty and utility, requires years of study,an intimate understanding of crystal structure, and rigorous practice to train the hand in the perfect combination of strength and precision to produce the desired cut.
Unless you have a talent like mine.
I can see shatterpoints.
The sense is not sight, but see is the closest word Basic has for it: it is a perception, a feel of how what Iook upon fits into the Force, and how the Force binds it to itself and to everything else. I was six or seven standard years old-well into my training in the Jedi Temple-before I realized that other students,full-grown Jedi Knights, even wise Masters, could sense such connections only with difficulty, and only with concentration and practice. The Force shows me strengths and weaknesses, hidden flaws and unexpected uses. It shows me vectors of stress that squeeze or stretch, torque or shear; it shows me how patterns of these vectors intersect to form the matrix of reality.
Put simply: when I look at you through the Force, I can see where you break.
I looked at Jango Fett on the sand in the Geonosian arena. A perfect combination of weapons, skills, and the will to use them: an interlocking crystal of killer. The Force hinted a shatterpoint, and I left a headless corpse on the sand. The deadliest man in the galaxy.
Now: just dead.
Situations have shatterpoints, like gems. But those of situations are fluid, ephemeral, appearing for a bareinstant, vanishing again to leave no trace of their existence. They are always a function of timing.
There is no such thing as a second chance.
If-when-I next encounter Dooku, he will be the war's shatterpoint no longer. I can't stop this war with a single death.
But on that day in the Geonosian arena, I could have.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace perceives that Palpatine himself is a Shatterpoint:
'I suppose I do." Mace vividly recalled what the Force had shown him while he watched Palpatine sworn in as Supreme Chancellor, ten years before: Palpatine was himself a shatterpoint on which the future of the Republic-perhaps even the whole galaxy-depended.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace senses the Shatterpoint of the Gevarno Loop, a hyperspace route:
This is a fact: I found the shatterpoint of the Gevarno Loop.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace clearly perceives the Shatterpoints of four steamcrawlers:
The shatterpoints of the crawlers were obvious: neither the linked treads nor the traverse gears that rotated the turrets would stand against a single swipe of a lightsaber. In less than a second apiece, he could turn these armored behemoths into nothing more than hollow metal rocks-but he didn't.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace perceives a Shatterpoint in a gunship:
Mace reached deeper into the Force, opening himself, seeking a shatterpoint. The fluid situation in the notch pass gelled, then splintered into crystal: grassers and akks and people and gunships became nodes of stress, vectors of intersecting energy joined by flaws and fault lines.Mace's mouth set in a grim slit.He saw one bare chance.
Source: Shatterpoint
Mace breaks glass using Shatterpoint:

Mace recalls that he had sensed the lines of destiny that binds the lives of Anakin and Obi-Wan together, and later that Palpatine is a shatterpoint. He then senses that Anakin was a fulcrum with Obi-Wan and Palpatine on opposing sides, with the balance being so delicate that the slightest tip would generate chaos. Additionally, he senses the dark side in Anakin's relationships with both Kenobi and Palpatine:
And while Palpatine answered, Mace Windu reached into the Force.
To Mace's Force perception, the world crystallized around them, becoming a gem of reality shot through with flaws and fault lines of possibility. This was Mace's particular gift: to see how people and situations fit together in the Force, to find the shear planes that can cause them to break in useful ways, and to intuit what sort of strike would best make the cut. Though he could not consistently determine the significance of the structures he perceived - the darkening cloud upon the Force that had risen with the rebirth of the Sith made that harder and harder with each passing day - the presence of shatterpoints was always clear.
Mace had supported the training of Anakin Skywalker, though it ran counter to millennia of Jedi tradition, because from the structure of fault lines in the Force around him, he had been able to intuit the truth of Qui-Gon Jinn's guess: that the young slave boy from Tatooine was in fact the prophesied chosen one, born to bring balance to the Force. He had argued for the elevation of Obi-Wan Kenobi to Mastership, and to give the training of the chosen one into the hands of this new, untested Master, because his unique perception had shown him powerful lines of destiny that bound their lives together, for good or ill. On the day of Palpatine's election, he had seen that Palpatine was himself a shatterpoint of unimaginable significance, a man upon whom might depend the fate of the Republic itself.
Now he saw the three men together, and the intricate lattice of fault lines and stress fractures that bound them to each other was so staggeringly powerful that its structure was beyond calculation.
Anakin was somehow a pivot point, the fulcrum of a lever with Obi-Wan on one side, Palpatine on the other, and the galaxy in balance, but the dark cloud on the Force prevented his perception from reaching into the future for so much as a hint of where this might lead. The balance was already so delicate that he could not guess the outcome of any given shift: the slightest tip in any direction would generate chaotic oscillation. Anything could happen.
Anything at all.
And the lattice of fault lines that bound all three of them to each other stank of the dark side.
Source: Revenge of the Sith
Mace detects that Anakin himself is a Shatterpoint:
The tangled web of fault lines in the Force he had seen connecting Anakin to Obi-Wan and to Palpatine was no more; in their place was a single spider-knot that sang with enough power to crack the planet. Anakin Skywalker no longer had shatterpoints. He was a shatterpoint.
The shatterpoint.
Everything depended on him.
Everything.
Source: Revenge of the Sith
Mace senses a plot to destroy the Jedi, and that the dark side surrounds the Chancellor:
"I sense a plot to destroy the Jedi. The dark side of the Force surrounds the Chancellor."
Source: Revenge of the Sith
Combat Skill
Mace is considered to be on equal terms with Count Dooku and Yoda:
He is a better duelist than Anoon Bondara and is implied to regularly beat him in their sparring sessions:
Renowned for his skill with the lightsaber, Jedi Master Anoon Bondara is regarded by many of his peers and all of his apprentices as a role model whose combat prowess is unmatched in the Jedi Order. Bondara would disagree with this assesment. During his tenure at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, he spars with superior lightsaber duelists such as Qui-Gon Jinn and Mace Windu. Although he humbles himself when compared to their skill, Bondara's prowess is nontheless considerable.
Source: Jedi Academy: Training Manual
Mace Windu is one of the best duelists in the Order:
Mace Windu is not only a senior member of the Jedi Council but one of the best lightsaber fighters in the Jedi Order.
Source: The Ultimate Visual Guide: Updated and Expanded
Mace is one of the best duelists in Old Republic history:
Jedi Master Mace Windu is regarded as one of the greatest lightsaber-wielders of the Old Republic.
Source: The Ultimate Visual Guide: Updated and Expanded
Mace is one of the best swordsmen ever produced by the Order:
Which would leave Mace and Agen Kolar—both among the greatest bladesbeings the Jedi Order had ever produced—here on Coruscant in case Sidious did indeed take this opportunity to make a dramatic move.
Source: Revenge of the Sith
At the time of Attack of the Clones, Mace was the second best duelist in the Order, surpassed only by Yoda:
"Mace Windu's fighting abilities are second only to Yoda."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5m2yIAxeBHA
(5:28 - 5:35):
"We have not seen Mace fight yet, and we know he's second only to Yoda."
Yoda considers that Mace is possibly Dooku's only equal on neutral ground:
The Count's blade was quick as a viper striking. Among the other Jedi, perhaps only Mace Windu would have been his equal on neutral ground: but here on Vjun, steeped in the dark side, his bladework was malice made visible—wickedness cut in red light.
Source: Yoda: Dark Rendezvous
Shaak claims Mace is one of the best swordsmen in the Order:
"Anakin, why? The Masters are the best of the Order. What can you possibly do?"
Source: Revenge of the Sith
Obi-Wan claims that Mace is one of the best swordsmen ever produced by the Order, and that along with Agen, Kit and Saesee, he would beat Obi-Wan and Yoda together :
Now Obi-Wan did face him. "Palpatine faced Mace and Agen and Kit and Saesee - four of the greatest swordsmen our Order has ever produced. By himself. Even both of us together wouldn't have a chance."
Source: Revenge of the Sith
Mace has won countless battles, and his skills with a lightsaber is said to be unparalleled:
This is the moment that defines Mace Windu.
Not his countless victories in battles, nor the numberless battles his diplomacy has avoided. Not his penetrating intellect, or his talents with the Force, or his unmatched skills with the lightsaber.
Source: Revenge of the Sith
Mace spars evenly with Saesee Tiin, one of the most skilful duelists in the Order:
Mace fights Sora Bulq to a draw and wins using the Force:
Mace defeats Asajj Ventress:
Mace fights defensively only and holds back, and still deflects every blow Quinlan Vos sends at him without much effort:
In a spar with Quinlan Vos, Mace displays minimal effort, as evinced by moves such as giving up his back to his opponent and still casually blocking lightsaber strikes. Despite this, he is able to point out Vos's combative flaws and land blows on Vos as well:
Mace attacks Dooku and they briefly exchange blades. During their short contest, neither of them appear to gain any edge, and Dooku leaves the fight by using his Magnaguards to knock Mace off a cliff:
Mace fights evenly with General Grievous aboard a mag-lev train:
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.
As Mace already knew from Ki-Adi-Mundi and Shaak Ti, 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 cyber synapses 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.Source: Labyrinth of Evil
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