Ethan narrowly dodged Heimdall's horizontal slash from the golden sword, moving with a strange fluidity he hadn't had before. His body seemed to mold at will, in a way different from the usual, almost as if his body were made of jelly. He evaded the attack like a shadow fading with the wind. The technique was new to him, something he had learned while being intimate with Anuket. It had been a strange and unconventional experience, but now, in the middle of the fight with Heimdall, it was proving to be a key advantage.
"So, you managed to dodge that, mortal," Heimdall growled, his eyes glowing with a mix of fury and confusion. He hadn't expected someone like Ethan to move in such a way. "This will be more tedious like this."
