Crushing Victory

The Duke of hell looked at Astaroth in fear, unable to move. Two reasons prompted his inability to move.

The first reason was his state of pure shock. His illusion domain spell was not something just anybody could break out of, after all.

The second reason was that even if he had wanted to pull back, something was holding him there. Breaking out of his torpor, he realized the mortal was holding the tip of his estoc between two fingers.

Pulling with all the strength in his arm, the sword refused to budge for him.

Astaroth looked at his struggle, smirking in response.

"Sorry. Did you want your toothpick back? Here, take it."

Pushing the blade back, Astaroth tilted it upward slightly, lifting the demon off its feet, before giving it a firm push. The results were a bit more than he had expected, as the Duke of hell went barreling backward in the air, only stopping at the cavern wall.