"Perfect. Then in that case,"

[He darts back and forth, trying to either block or find and opportunity to tackle. And thankfully he's not a stranger to moving through sand. He's even able to move in and block-

WHAM.

Maybe it's just that blue blitzballs are attracted to blue heads, but that ball bounces at high speeds off his forehead and goes vertical. Chrom staggers for a moment, before blinking his eyes clear.]

"I- Um... that's still in the rules, right?"

[...And apparently none the worse for wear.]