{Sandy}

"Boring?!" the conduit bellowed, rising up on a twisting spire of sand to better avoid Scorn's attacks. "I'm not here to entertain you! This whole thing has nothing to do with you, ya-" he'd began shouting, cut short as his platform crumbled from being smashed by Curor's tendrils. 

Angrily he roared, a wave of sand sweeping him out of his fall and setting him on the ground. "You morons want to fight? Fine!" he spat, lifting his arms to call the sand in the surrounding area towards him. Soon the material had become a swirling and tight ball  surrounding his form, effectively about the size of a semi truck and dense enough to hide himself in. In a fluid motion it began whipping about, slinging several slabs of hardened sand outward. They were poorly aimed but numerous enough to quickly strike many things in the surrounding area; car alarms that weren't already blaring being set off by the bricks of sand flying at them and in a few cases through them, displaying the force behind the projectiles.