"Look."

There is a visible dent in the surface of the material, right where you struck it last. It swings one arm-like growth at you, like a clumsy haymaker. You block instinctively, and you deflect the limb. It felt like the stream of a hose for a split second.

"Not purely mundane force, is it? That's why the Fates called you, rather than a boxer I could find at any gym."