ShadowZero
Imagine if one were a normal human, and ran up to full speed to punch a 1-ton block of steel with his fist full on. Not only that, the punch also made the emperor's whole arm feel lose, like if he had lost circulation to it, though he hadn't. Meanwhile, Menarark was unnaffected, not even a dent in the mask, though he stops floating in the air and stands normally.
"Hmph. Looks like you were true to your word."
The warrior drops from mid-air, he seems safe. Another wave of Menarark's hand, but this time to the Emperor, sees the powerarmor start dissasembling itself through some kind of unknown force. Menarark turns away from the emperor.
"My rule is beyond my Empire, Jinaris. Your attitute will only serve you so far, but one day you'll have to make a choice, to become me, or to cease to be. There is only one way to avoid us, by not standing in our way. If you do so, I will return, and I won't be so mercyful."
Menarark walks foward and, as if he turned a corner on reality, vanishes from the scenery without leaving any trace.
