Deflects Leviathan

I had just enough time to swap out my sword for something heavier, with more heft and weight behind it: an ax, a gilded thing with a wicked-looking blade. Then, he kicked off, racing towards me with such speed that his feet never actually touched the ground, only the shallow layer of water that coated the street.

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.