As he Cast the spell, Colin felt a strong resistance.
If using this spell against an Ogre felt like squishing a lump of mashed potatoes, using it on the Beard Demon was like trying to crush a stone. He couldn't feel the spell making any progress at all.
"Ugh..."
The moment the Beard Demon began to groan, on the verge of breaking free from the spell, Colin focused his will and cast Silver Light Sharp Words again, forcefully suppressing his opponent's mind once more.
The instant the spell took effect, the Beard Demon ignored the Priest in front of it.
The creature threw its Long-Handled Blade with a backhand motion before it reluctantly began to roar with laughter.
CLANG!
Colin was still Casting and had no time to dodge. He felt a sudden, heavy impact on his shoulder that nearly sent him sprawling.
The thrown Long-Handled Blade was deflected, clattering to the ground.
Colin glanced over.
The blade had struck the edge of his Chest Armor, right on his shoulder.
