The response is a seething hiss, the ethereal form bearing only the vaguest features of a human form, as though it's let most of itself go but the fervent anger, and by that it has defined itself. Its lower half is a haze, its arms long and spindly, ending in claw-like hands that move like whisps. Its face is but a mask of rage, flickering between more defined features and a blurred image like a badly distorted signal.

At Vader's invitation, or rather challenge, it flies directly at the pair, wispy limbs raised to strike.