With Surtur's strength, dodging Gungnir would not have been difficult.
But to kill Heimdall, he had given up his chance to dodge.
Choosing to take the spear head-on, Surtur had suffered a slight injury.
Hela had arrived quite quickly.
She had even hurled Gungnir straight away to save Heimdall, but she had still been a step too late.
Hela had witnessed countless deaths.
So she felt no particular sorrow over Heimdall's death.
Looking at Gungnir in Hela's hand, Surtur had already realized who stood before him. He paced slowly, saying as he walked, "There isn't much point in bullying a little girl. Why don't you call your father out instead? It'll save me the trouble of finding him myself later."
But Hela did not respond to Surtur's words.
Gungnir vanished from her hand. With a flick of both hands, two Night Sky Swords appeared. She turned their edges toward Surtur, her gaze filled with coldness.
"Since you dared come to Asgard and kill my people, don't blame me for striking!"
Looking at Surtur before her and the great sword in his hand, Hela said slowly, "That sword of yours looks rather nice!"
"I enjoy collecting things!"
Hela nodded as she spoke.
Walking to the center of the Bifrost, Surtur looked at Hela with some surprise and said slowly, "Then if you can kill me, this sword is yours!"
Hearing Surtur's words, Hela nodded. "Very good. Not just that sword-your head will belong to me too!"
The moment Hela said this, Surtur sneered and hurled the Twilight Sword. While Hela dodged, Surtur stepped straight onto the Hub and aimed it at his Realm of Fire.
As the Bifrost opened.
Hundreds of Fire Giant Descendants in the Realm of Fire arrived in Asgard in an instant.
Hela knocked aside the Twilight Sword