escudos de dresden vs cowl

He hit me with raw, invisible force-pure will, focused into a violent Durst of kinetic energy. I knew it was coming, my shield was ready, and Oraced myself against it in precisely the correct way. My defense was perfect.
It was all that saved my life.
I've traded practice blows with my old master Justin DuMorne, himself at one time a Warden. I fought him in earnest, too, and won. I've tested my Strength in practice duels against the mentor who succeeded him, Ebeneza McCoy. My faerie godmother, the Leanansidhe, has a seriously nasty right nook, metaphysically speaking, and I've even gone up against the least of The Queens of Faerie. Throw in a couple of demons, various magical Constructs, a thirteen-story fall in a runaway elevator, half a dozen spellslingers of one amount of nasty or another, and I've seen more sheer mystic violence than most wizards in the business. I've beaten them all, or at least survived them, and I've got the scars to show for it.
Cowl hit me harder than any of them.
I flew several yards in the air, hit on my back, scraped along the sidewalk, and managed to turn the momentum into a roll. I staggered to my Feet, leaning hard against a parked car. I must have clipped my head at som Doint, because stars were swirling around in my vision.
By the time I got myself upright again, the panic had set in. No one hac ever thrown power like that at me. Stars and stones, if I hadn't been absolutely prepared for that blow .. ...