Vilgax Mordred bladework

It was Knuckles. Mordred could sense that something was wrong, that Vilgax was nearby, but she couldn't put her finger on it precisely. Knuckles solved that mystery for her. He suddenly started jerking, scraping across his own back with his big gloves and twisting around wildly. Vilgax had gone for the one place Tatsumaki wouldn't be willing to crush. In fact, he'd gotten on top of him.

Was Tatsumaki's control of her power so fine that she could pull Vilgax off of Knuckles without crushing him? She didn't know. Should she do it? Look how far she'd come. She destroyed everything to get to this moment, she'd killed people to get to this moment. But could she do it now, deliberately, at no immediate threat to her life? Could she crush everything into a ball, Vilgax and Knuckles together, when it might not even kill her target?

Maybe she should.

She reached out and could have closed her hand, but in a flash of red lightning there was Mordred a foot away from Knuckles. Her swords lashed out. They were so incredibly fast, so close to his skin, that patches of fur were shaved away from him. This was an exercise of the highest realm of swordplay skill. Tatsumaki, who had seen Atomic Samurai in battle, thought it was some of the finest sword work she had ever seen.

But she didn't get Vilgax. He slipped out of her swords' reach, easily. And now she was in too close for Tatsumaki to do anything about it. Mordred had gotten in her way. Again.

- Round 5