There was a strange thing about Cei: nine nights and nine days could he hold his breath under water; nine nights and nine days could he go without sleep. No doctor could heal a wound from Cei’s sword. Cei couldn’t be beaten. He could be as tall as the tallest tree in the forest when he wanted. There was another strange thing about him: when the rain was heaviest, a hand’s breadth in front of his hand and a hand’s breadth behind would be as dry as what was in his hand itself, so great was his body-heat; and when the cold was heaviest on his companions, he would be their kindling to light a fire.

Culhwch and Olwen, trans. Craig Davis

guess who finally got to read Linda Gowans' Cei and the Arthurian Legend! new thoughts have been unlocked, ideas are coming together! I also got my hands on some scans from medieval armor reference books, which is also essential to the ideas

the 'unless god etc' quote is from Pa Gur/What Man Guards The Gate

When he drank from a horn, he would drink for four; when he came into battle, he would kill like a hundred. Unless God himself should perform it, Cei could not be killed.

(trans. Craig Davis)

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