"Easily."

That was admittedly a fine idea if he ever heard one. Shadow needed only to lift himself from the water, jets aflare even as he reached the surface, feet just barely touching wetness. With careful, yet surprisingly casual strides, he walked along the figurative ground with bubbles forming beneath his shoes, pockets of water and air forming from his hovering abilities.

He was definitely walking on water.

He was the fucking hedgehog Jesus.