It was a powerful punch, reinforced with mana. It might not be enough to tear Iridessa's head off, but it should at least keep him from falling from his platform.m. Apart from moving his robe with the air his punch generated, he did no more harm than using a pillow to punch him.
Malak landed back in a crouch; he was frowning when Lykon joined him. "Baldy, how strong is that...Iridessa."
As they watched, even though he still wasn't moving, they saw scales made of mana cover his head and rapidly expand to the rest of his body.
Malak was still looking at the Iridessa, holding him from moving with his eyes but he might as well have been holding a fly. Normally, when Malak holds people still with his power, they would struggle against him in a mental battle.
But the Iridessa put up no fight. That worried him more than anything else.
