Dooku vs RotS Anakin and Obi-Wan

KingofBlades wrote:His defenses were only down in the jr novel. The ragdoll still happens in both the film and adult novel.

and if Kenobi isn't a moron this time and keeps his defences up rather than rushing in like a moron, he and Anakin can definitely overwhelm the Count in sabers.

DuskatDawn wrote:The film has him clash with Dooku, staggered and then choked. 

DuskatDawn wrote:The adult novel has Dooku kick him as he’s rushing up the stairs and then smacking him with the Force as he falls.

     Kenobi's Master had been Qui-Gon Jinn, Dooku's own
Padawan; Dooku had fenced Qui-Gon thousands of times, and he
knew every weakness of the Ataro form, with its ridiculous ac-
robatics. He drove a series of flashing thrusts toward Kenobi's legs
to draw the Jedi Master into a flipping overhead leap so that Dooku
could burn through his spine from kidneys to shoulder blades—and
this image, this plan, was so clear in Dooku's mind that he almost
failed to notice that Kenobi met every one of his thrusts without so
much as moving his feet, staying perfectly centered, perfectly
balanced, blade never moving a millimeter more than was
necessary, deflecting without effort, riposting with flickering
strikes and stabs swifter than the tongue of a Garollian ghost viper,
and when Dooku felt Skywalker regain his feet and stride once more
toward his back, he finally registered the source of that blinding
defensive velocity Kenobi had used a moment ago, and only then,
belatedly, did he understand that Kenobi's Ataro and Shii-Cho had
been ploys, as well.
     Kenobi had become a master of Soresu.
     Dooku found himself having a sudden, unexpected, over-
powering, and entirely distressing bad feeling about this...
     His farce had suddenly, inexplicably, spun from humorous to
deadly serious and was tumbling rapidly toward terrifying. Real-
ization burst through Dooku's consciousness like the blossoming
fireballs of dying ships outside: this pair of Jedi fools had somehow
managed to become entirely dangerous.
     These clowns might—just possibly—actually be able to beat him.
     No sense taking chances; even his Master would agree with
that. Lord Sidious could come up with a new plan more easily than
a new apprentice.
     He gathered the Force once more in a single indrawn breath
that summoned power from throughout the universe; the slightest
whipcrack of that power, negligent as a flick of his wrist, sent Kenobi
flying backward to crash hard against the wall, but Dooku didn't
have time to enjoy it.

The first overhand chop of Skywalker's blade slid off Dooku's
instinctive guard. The second bent Dooku's wrist. The third flash
of blue forced Dooku's scarlet blade so far to the inside that his
own lightsaber scorched his shoulder, and Dooku was forced to
give ground.
Dooku felt himself blanch. Where had this come from? Skywalker
came on, mechanically inexorable, impossibly powerful, a destroyer
droid with a lightsaber: each step a blow and each blow a step.
Dooku backed away as fast as he dared; Skywalker stayed right on
top of him. Dooku's breath went short and hard. He no longer tried
to block Skywalker's strikes but only to guide them slanting away;
he could not meet Skywalker strength-to-strength—not only did the
boy wield tremendous reserves of Force energy, but his sheer
physical power was astonishing—
...

     The shining blue lightsaber whirled and spat and every overhand
chop crashed against Dooku's defense with the unstoppable power
of a meteor strike; the Sith Lord spent lavishly of his reserve of the
Force merely to meet these attacks without being cut in half, and
Skywalker—
     Skywalker was getting stronger.
     Each parry cost Dooku more power than he'd used to throw
Kenobi across the room; each block aged him a decade.
He decided he'd best revise his strategy once again.
He no longer even tried to strike back. Force exhaustion began
to close down his perceptions, drawing his consciousness back
down to his physical form, trapping him within his own skull until
he could barely even feel the contours of the room around him; he
dimly sensed stairs at his back, stairs that led up to the entrance
balcony. He retreated up them, using the higher
ground for leverage, but Skywalker just kept on coming, tire-
lessly ferocious.

Oh, they were certainly energetic enough, leaping and whirling, raining blows almost at random, cutting chairs to pieces and Force-hurling them in every conceivable direction, while Dooku continued, in his gracefully methodical way, to out-maneuver them so thoroughly it was all he could to do keep from laughing out loud.

It was a simple matter of countering their tactics, which were depressingly straightforward; Skywalker was the swift one, whooshing here and there like a spastic hawk-bat-attempting a Jedi variant of neek-in-the-middle so they could come at him from both sides-while Kenobi came on in a measured Shii-Cho cadence, deliberate as a lumberdroid, moving step by step, cutting off the angles, clumsy but relentlessly dogged as he tried to chivvy Dooku into a corner.

Whereas all Dooku need do was to slip from one side to another-and occasionally flip over a head here and there-so that he could fight each of them in turn, rather than both of them at the same time. He supposed that in their own milieu, they might actually prove reasonably effective; it was clear that their style had been developed by fighting as a team against large numbers of opponents. They were not prepared to fight together against a single Force-user, certainly not one of Dooku's power; he, on the other hand, had always fought alone. It was laughably easy to keep the Jedi tripping and stumbling and getting in each other's way.

They didn't even comprehend how utterly he dominated the combat. Because they fought as they had been trained, by releasing all desire and allowing the Force to flow through them, they had no hope of countering Dooku's mastery of Sith techniques They had learned nothing since he had bested them on Geonosis.

They allowed the Force to direct them; Dooku directed the Force.

He drew their strikes to his parries, and drove his own ripostes with thrusts of dark power that subtly altered the Jedi's balance and disrupted their timing. He could have slaughtered both of them as casually as that creature Maul had destroyed the vigos of the Black Sun.

However, only one death was in his plan, and this dumb-show was becoming tiresome. Not to mention tiring. The dark power that served him went only so far, and he was, after all, not a young man.

LOTL wrote:Man, why are these cringe Dooku arguments still being propagated?

KingofBlades wrote:His defenses were only down in the jr novel. The ragdoll still happens in both the film and adult novel.

One thing some people don't realize is that Dooku was never going all out against Anakin either in all of their duels because Sheev ordered Dooku to keep Anakin alive. It is also directly stated that Dooku could of killed both of them on the invisible hand duel if he wanted too (although it is also possible that this is only from Dooku's perspective). However, he was still stated to be utterly dominating the beginning of the fight and it's implied that he wasn't even taking the beginning of the fight seriously. 

Revenge of the Sith--Adult Novelization wrote:These clowns might—just possibly—actually be able to beat him.
No sense taking chances; even his Master would agree with
that. Lord Sidious could come up with a new plan more easily than
a new apprentice.

Revenge of the Sith--Adult Novelization wrote:
Skywalker was all over him.
The shining blue lightsaber whirled and spat and every overhand
chop crashed against Dooku's defense with the unstoppable power
of a meteor strike; the Sith Lord spent lavishly of his reserve of the
Force merely to meet these attacks without being cut in half, and
Skywalker—
Skywalker was getting stronger.
Each parry cost Dooku more power than he'd used to throw
Kenobi across the room; each block aged him a decade.
He decided he'd best revise his strategy once again.
He no longer even tried to strike back. Force exhaustion began
to close down his perceptions, drawing his consciousness back
down to his physical form, trapping him within his own skull until
he could barely even feel the contours of the room around him; he
dimly sensed stairs at his back, stairs that led up to the entrance
balcony. He retreated up them, using the higher
ground for leverage, but Skywalker just kept on coming, tire-
lessly ferocious.

Revenge of the Sith--Adult Novelization wrote:Dooku found himself having a sudden, unexpected, over-
powering, and entirely distressing bad feeling about this...
His farce had suddenly, inexplicably, spun from humorous to
deadly serious and was tumbling rapidly toward terrifying. Real-
ization burst through Dooku's consciousness like the blossoming
fireballs of dying ships outside: this pair of Jedi fools had somehow
managed to become entirely dangerous.

Once Anakin and Kenobi stop their retard act, Dooku no longer holds back against Anakin, and it fails to make any difference during their next encounter: