Ignores water echo

I deflected the swipe of his clawed hand down and into the asphalt, shrugging off the impact of his echo as though it was nothing — because it was nothing, little more than a tingle that I could easily ignore. With Godhand: The Twelve Labors, it didn’t even bruise.

I hefted up my ax and swung it down towards his hand, aiming to try and take off one of his fingers, but he pulled it back with speed, lashing out with the other hand. I ducked under it, using my own fist to push it high so that it missed completely. Again, the echo hit me in the wake of his missed strike, but again, it was easily ignored.