Glax rolled behind the conveyor, abandoning the divine sword to its fate. Megas' massive fist crushed the windmill. The Valosian flinched in disgust, knowing that the Olympian artifact would find its end right then and there.
A sudden, blinding flash lit up the entire place for a moment, followed by the harsh sound of an electrical discharge. Pieces and screws flew in all directions as the spark passed through the entire body of the mecha, and its oil-lubed body caught fire.
But that wasn't even the most impressive thing to happen. Glax noticed when the orb commanding the giant robot transferred to the sword. The mecha ceased its movement a few seconds later, its fist still buried in the twisted metal of the conveyor.
The broken sword glowed for a brief moment, then shattered into tiny pieces.
Glax was intrigued, and at the same time glad that his great opponent was out after all.
