Vs water echo

I didn’t. I took two steps forward, carrying me to the very edge of the city, and with a moment’s thought, I swapped out the Hydra’s Bow for a large Kopis, a monster of a sword that easily put even Siegfried’s Balmung to shame with its enormous size. It must have looked more like a slab of iron than a proper sword.

Aside from its size, it really wasn’t anything special. It was exactly as it appeared — a sword of extraordinary size, too big for anyone but Herakles himself to lift and wield — and nothing more. It was not even some divine armament, passed to him by an oracle or priest or one of the gods’ manifestations on Earth, let alone a Noble Phantasm.

I wound my arm back —

“HA!”

— and with a single swing, I dispersed the wave of water as though it were nothing.

It was as I’d told Piggot and Armsmaster. Siegfried, Gawain, and Herakles were all monstrously strong heroes, so powerful that even the wind stirred by their swings could still be devastating on its own. That night a month ago, when I had first fought Lung, I had swung Siegfried’s Balmung without controlling my strength several times, and without realizing exactly what that meant, the collateral damage I had caused would have made me a murderer a dozen times over, if it had happened anywhere else in the city.

Herakles was on that level. He, too, had that kind of raw, overwhelming strength, enough to injure and maim and kill, even with swings that missed. There was enough power and momentum behind his fists and his sword to squash anyone who got too close, and even a glancing blow could be fatal to the likes of a low level Brute.

Any other fight, I would have worried about it. That level of raw strength was too much for an ordinary enemy.

This was not an ordinary fight and not an ordinary enemy.