Astor was wearied by Albus" moralising and his weak justification of condemning his father to torture; he took the spear from his back and made ready to strike. Albus turned around to face his attacker and unequipped Astor with a nonchalant flick of his wand. The spear came flying out of his hand and landed several feet away, too far to recover without being dealt a deadly blow. The months of training had come to nothing; he could not fight magic with brute force, and he realised this now.