Vilgax master sword

Gura struck him with full force in the back just as Viral's swords slammed down on his arms. Three building-shattering hits all concentrated on the same body at the same time. By all rights he should have been split to pieces, but luckily, he wasn't a squirming worthless weakling. The blades didn't sink in more than an inch. His flesh was too tough to be seriously injured by such trivialities. Still, it wasn't the kind of blow he'd want to keep taking as quickly as his foes could dish it out. He needed a proper shield. And with the prongs of the trident stuck fast, he had the grounding he needed to get it, to grab one of Enki's swords and wrench it away. Grabbing it right by the edge was no trouble. It was harder for him not to snap it in half than to slash his hands with it.

Enki's mechanical fingers nearly tore apart from how furiously he stole that blade away. One quick flip and a twirl brought the hilt into Vilgax's grip. It was over twice his size and weight. Even if he could wield it, and he could, one-handed, it was so big as to be clumsy and oafish anyway. No swordsman but himself could use it at this size. The moment he picked it up, he was master-class.

- Round 3