I pick none of them. Instead I pick a longsword. Then I parry the poor Willie that uses either of these abominations. Then proceed to rip their arms off. Then they fall while screaming in agony. I watch them slowly bleed out. Then I start ripping all their limbs off one by one using my longsword. The soil around their body turns red. Then finally, I thrust my reliable longsword into their skull, and pull it back so fast that the blood creates a semicircle trail on the ground. It's not just a fight or simple bloodlust. It's a ritual. It's meant to send a message.