I would think a normal swod would be more of a threat in this setting rather than normal settings. Cut through a man's fat and he can't draw the magic stored in those cells. I also imagine that due to being so dependent on magic and having allowed themselves to grow to (some of the more obsessed) rediculous sizes they would not only not think of attack by sword (who lower themselves to such barbaric acts) but they'd be significantly slow at dodging, in fact rather easy to hit at their size. This is all assuming you manage to avoid being fried by magic....
"Hey Phil, did you see a glint of something on that roof beam?" How was he to know these would be his last words? A look of stupor washed over his face as his hands fumbled at his three chins for the sharp stick they had swallowed. Phil's body wobbled as he tried to spin to see his friend fall. His mind raced, what magic is this, how did I not sense it? these are not questions he found answers to as a blinding pain shot through his spine. As his vision faded he found himself in wonder, Facinating, there are voids in my body where I should feel magic. What a thesis this would make.
But how useful can a sword made out of back fat possibly be?
I would think a normal swod would be more of a threat in this setting rather than normal settings. Cut through a man's fat and he can't draw the magic stored in those cells. I also imagine that due to being so dependent on magic and having allowed themselves to grow to (some of the more obsessed) rediculous sizes they would not only not think of attack by sword (who lower themselves to such barbaric acts) but they'd be significantly slow at dodging, in fact rather easy to hit at their size. This is all assuming you manage to avoid being fried by magic....
"Hey Phil, did you see a glint of something on that roof beam?" How was he to know these would be his last words? A look of stupor washed over his face as his hands fumbled at his three chins for the sharp stick they had swallowed. Phil's body wobbled as he tried to spin to see his friend fall. His mind raced, what magic is this, how did I not sense it? these are not questions he found answers to as a blinding pain shot through his spine. As his vision faded he found himself in wonder, Facinating, there are voids in my body where I should feel magic. What a thesis this would make.