With seemingly no better options for grabbing onto the sword in question Kat pushed some energy into her hands and slammed them into the ground. It was an odd sensation for her. Her mind was expecting the strange grit and sense uncleanliness that came with playing in the mud.
Instead, it was almost like she had a bubble around her hands, and they remained rather clean. This threw her for a second, but as the sword continued to wobble, she refocused on her task. Wrapping her fingers around the 'sharp' side of the blade, which, even had it been sharp before, now at its drastically increased size, was almost as thick as her hand, and pulled.
Kat was not prepared for how light the sword actually was. When she wrenched her hand back to try and move it at all, it instead went flying. It was extremely light and Kat had put a large amount of her strength behind it.
