Vilgax Clarent Kaido

It was an incredibly violent process. The attack surged up from the root of the sword and overloaded it with magical energy it was never meant to hold. Hatred, grief, fury, all the tangled feelings of a child abandoned by their family and condensed into a pure energy, everything that Mordred felt coalesced into a jagged blade. Clarent grew out until the rushing saber of bloody scarlet energy was a mile tall and scraped the clouds.

"A pathetic attack! You won't get the chance to use it!" Kaido breathed in deeply before vomiting out a planet-cracking beam of draconic fire, orbital laser, the devastating power of the dragons brought to bear. "BOLO BREATH!"

Mordred aimed true. Whatever Kaido felt for being rejected by his son, it was nothing compared to the other side. Nothing at all.

"CLARENT, BLOOD ARTHUR!"

His Bolo Breath beam split in two. Kaido split in two, lengthwise, and the clouds behind him, and the mountains below him. Someone had taken the world and pulled the flash, drew a big line through the middle and separated those pieces forever. A weapon that could match Excalibur. A weapon that could kill Vilgax. It had been in Mordred's grasp all this time.

- Round 2