Sandman, the cowardly man who wanted no part in this game, transformed into a monster. A hundred foot tall anthropomorphous blob of gravel and dirt that didn’t resemble a human in the slightest.

It didn’t help that his team preferred to fight said monster than assist him in the sport. Nonon (to put it bluntly, she barely even knew how to hold a ball) pulled out a rocket launcher from thin air, blasting him with dozens upon dozens of shots. It did nothing at all.

Xemnas’s lasers and Drakkon’s rainbow beams put more of a sizable dent in it. The malleability of sand worked against them in the long run. Even if they created a large crater in Sandman’s chest, it only reformed within seconds, and a swipe of his hands sent the two reeling backwards.

- LetterSequence Round 4