Blocking

As the human guards appeared at the stairs, Qui-Gon called, “Handle that door!” With that he stamped the platform control, sending it zooming toward the guards. Amid the fray, he called upon the deep quietness within, the soul of the universe that always listened, always answered.

Without consciously thinking, or aiming, Qui-Gon brought his lightsaber up, over, aside—blocking every blaster bolt. They fired
faster, but it made no difference; he could sense each shot before it happened.