Flicker, Crack, Shatter

Ezra steadied his breath, Skyfall's hilt firm in his grasp.

The sentinel loomed before him, its translucent frame shimmering with refracted light. 

For a moment, the chaotic shifting of platforms, the radiant whirlpool below, and even the beams of light felt distant. 

All that mattered was this creature—this damned creature seeking his demise.

The sentinel's star-shaped head flares once more, its core glowing with intense energy. 

Ezra's instincts scream in warning, and he crouches low, using his peripheral vision to anticipate the incoming attack.

Fwoosh!

A yellow beam surges toward him, the air crackling with heat as it passed inches above his head. Ezra doesn't falter. 

Whilst crouching, he launches himself forward, closing the distance between them.

The sentinel responds with precision, its green barrier materializing just as Ezra swung Skyfall in a downward arc.