You try to grab and toss the comically oversized mallet, but the task is far more grueling than it seems on the surface. Though it looks light as a feather, its actual weight is unfathomable, like the weapon is actively refusing your every attempt to wield it — a test of might bound to a cruel, sick joke.
It takes your all just to hold it aloft for the fraction of a second needed to free Sabine from its clutches.