Bruce knelt into a crouch and sprang from his platform moments before the flying attack struck. He anchored himself to an elevated section of rubble with his chains, reeling his body in. 

All the while he continued coaxing the knot out of his Ki. 

He brought out a hefty dose of earthen material from Jenso's bag, melding portions of it to the pieces of the tower that continued skyward. Others became formless, dissolving and thinning until only trails of the substance lay scattered across all axes of the battlefield Zelraka had formed. Much like Bruce's network of interlinking chains, they served no immediate purpose except cursory preparation. If either of his companions required a projectile or an impromptu platform, he'd be ready.