Steam erupted from every pore in Big O’s body when he rose to face Drakkon. Pistons churned, gears turned, every ounce of electricity went behind his final blow. One massive fist with 17.2 megajoules of energy behind it slammed into the small space where Drakkon stood. The impact felt so great, a miniature earthquake formed on the spot and shook the entire court.

“DUNK IN THE NAME OF GOD, YE NOT GUILTY.”

When the reverberations of the blow faded, Big O found himself unable to reel back his fist. The reason why was horrifying to behold. Lord Drakkon held a single palm in front of him. Not only did he catch Big O’s punch without a speck of damage on him, he held him in place with a rough grip on a single finger.

“In the name of God? Foolish Roger. I am God now.”

- LetterSequence Round 4