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- Vilgax had experienced many things in his many lifetimes of battles. He could even say this was not the first time he had dropped a mountain on his head.
- But now, he could say it was the first time he had two mountains dropped on his head.
- The first mountain was already having some difficulty being supported by a single point, Vilgax underneath it, but the second mountain crashing onto it really didn't do it any favors. Its structural integrity completely collapsed, and Vilgax was squished under double the weight. There was no more mountain. It could be generously called the galaxy's largest pile of rocks. His mutilated body was trapped underneath at such an awkward angle he could not possibly shift himself out of it.
- That was when Mordred struck for real.
- This was the very first time she'd truly used Excalibur's full power herself, and even though it had recognized her, she didn't know what would result when she activated it.
- Excalibur was a Noble Phantasm of extraordinary strength. While most Noble Phantasms could only kill a single enemy, or even an army, Excalibur was capable of destroying an entire fortress with a single slash of the blade. Her father had a particular technique to release that energy. She swung upwards, with both hands, almost like she was swinging a golf club. It was necessary. Altria had to aim for the clouds lest she split the land into a canyon.
- This time, she couldn't afford to be cautious. Mordred brought down one hundred percent of her fury on the mountains, and Vilgax underneath it.
- "EXCALIBUR CAMLANN!"
- All of the hundreds of billions of tons of rock and rubble were incinerated in a flash of light. It was a new kind of brilliant illumination. It wasn't the holy gold colors that Altria's Noble Phantasm was wreathed in, although there were hints of it. It wasn't the furious red of Mordred's Noble Phantasm either, although there were hints of it too. She wasn't either of those people now. This Noble Phantasm was a burning orange color, halfway in between, a hue that reminded Mordred of the rising sun. This sword was a new dawn.
- When the smoke cleared, there were no mountains. There was no battlefield. The clouds in the sky had been completely split, and the trench in front of her dug deep into the crust of the earth. She'd given Battleworld a rough and deep scar with a single stroke, as easily as an author's slash of the pen.
- Vilgax wasn't dead. But he wasn't much that could be called alive, either.
- He was a shattered tenderized corpse. His bones barely held together. In most places it was his muscles that forced them to imitate the correct shapes. His torso had sunken in. His head flopped, his skull had been reduced to the softness of an octopus. As for his outward appearance... there wasn't a lot of it. A lot of his spare flesh had been burnt. His ribcage was totally exposed.
- Mordred took a step forward to finish the fight, then took another step, and fainted over herself faceplanting into the ground. Shit. That had taken way more out of her than she'd thought. And she hadn't even been thinking about how much she'd exhausted herself using Clarent against Nox. Adrenaline made it difficult to tell that her body was pushing up against its limits.
- If she was at her limits, Vilgax was beyond his limits. He couldn't blink or breathe. He could move a little. Knuckles and Tatsumaki had gotten out of Mordred's way, and Mordred was incapacitated, if only temporarily. That allowed him time to leave and recover. Hell, if he could just reach over to his wrist, he could tap the watch and become something else that could give him a fighting chance. That was all he needed. Enough time to touch his wrist. He just had to reach over.
- - Round 5
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