Time accelerated rapidly after the platforms locked together. He found himself standing next to his companion one moment and the next struggling to get himself free from the grasp of one of the horrific looking creatures he had ever laid eyes on. When the creature dropped him, Yerbol looked up and examined the scale free skin of its underbelly, it's imposing wings with barbs poking out of them. It was like a dragon and a bat had decided to create a child of massively uglier proportions than either creature could have summoned on their own. 

Right, he was falling. 

He wasn't able to tell how far in the air the winged demon had taken them, but he knew that the now much larger platform just blurred past his vision. Some of the formerly solid staircases had been severed to pieces, more than likely by the ice creature descent. At the speed he was going, it would be difficult to attach himself to any of the intact staircases, seeing as most wound closer to the rock face while he was almost dead center in the chamber. He would need to slow his velocity. 

Palms pointed down, the young Knight took a deep breath, purposefully combatting the adrenaline rush his body was producing and focusing, forehead crinkling. He shifted his weight to the left, descent slowing considerably. Spotting the top of a staircase, he contorted his body mid-air, which allowed him to get closer to the stair. When his feet touched the stone step, the Jedi blew out a sigh of short lived relief. Now he had to get back up. 

Yerbol glanced upward, whistling softly. It was at least by his estimation sixty feet up, maybe more. He knew he could jump using the Force, but that high? He scanned the other staircases, noting that the top of each terminating staircase seemed to form a zigzag pattern in the chamber. He smirked. 

Leaping from step to step, he finally managed to get back up into the makeshift battleground. The creature was charging towards Aria, head down, body reared up in preparation for a pounce. Yerbol ignited his saber before throwing it, aiming it at the abnormally smooth legs. The saber knocked one leg, but it slashed the front right leg deeply, a roar of pain accompanying the slash. Yerbol ran forward, saber returning to his right hand before jumping and delivering an overhead slash to the right rear leg, which connected, but at a price: that leg was already poised to deliver a strong kick to the chest. He flew backwards, body slamming to the cold cement floor. 
"Go for its legs!"