His leg traveled 180 degrees, the bottom of his boot perfectly aligned with the sky, only to be brought back down with an incredible heel kick. Vergil easily avoided it. Exactly what Drakkon wanted. That “strength to move mountains” came out in full force. The entire golf course suffered the force of an earthquake, nearby gift shops shattered on the spot, a crack split apart the ground nearly a quarter of a mile in all directions.

Ten thousand golf balls rose into the air. They erupted out of their buckets, shot out of lakes, and flew out of their holes. All rained down upon them as a ferocious storm.

- LetterSequence Round 5