Pushing up against what felt like a heavy piece of metal perfectly shaped to fit the tip of his spear whilst held in place by the might of a hundred mountains, Isilt could have closed his eyes and been convinced that he was thrusting a toothpick at an immovable, indestructible object.
But his eyes were wide open, everything illuminated by dim moonlight, he could clearly see that his spear had been stopped by a pinky finger, that's the sort of thing he would expect from the most powerful of knights, and even then, a pinky finger was just that, not actually meant to block or deflect anything.
Even as he pushed as hard as he could, trying to force his weapon to slide past and go directly for the head, but not only was his blade not cutting through that measly digit, it was just stuck in place as well!
'I can't even pull it back?!' the trainee was suddenly pushed back several steps as his target slightly bent their finger forward.
