A super hero

There's somebody flying clear above the street level. At first you thought it was a drone, but upon closer inspection it's some guy. A pretty hunky super guy, you'd say. Flaxen hair, tall, handsome, absolutely shredded.

Super Guy: "I've come to put a stop to your rampage, Brickette!"

Not exactly a Prince Charming though, is he?

Sophie: "'Brickette?' Brickette!? My name is Sophie, and I have a good mind to end you right there just for that. Which paper thought that up? I'm going to give their facilities a makeover."

Super Guy: "As if! I'm not made of weaksauce, you know. Do you even know how to fly?"

You in fact don't. Where did this guy just spring up from, anyway? Well now that you mention it, you did gain these powers completely incidentally just this morning. Did you miss some memo? Is this Give-Rando-Assholes-Superpowers-Day?

Super Guy: "Let's see you shrug off this!"

The Super Guy flies closer with a drawn-back fist, ready to strike. He appears to be loads faster than you as well. Gawd, why did this jackass have to get more powers than you? In a fear response, you lift your own hand up to block the strike. Surprisingly, it works. The BOOM from his fist echoes all around the towering buildings, shattering every window pane in a sixty foot radius. But it's hardly a slap to you.

Super Guy: "Huh?"

Sophie: "Oh, is that all you got?"

You clench your hand around his fist in recourse. Super Guy also being near-invulnerable, he doesn't feel pain from your tank-decimating grip, but he can't escape your grasp either.

Super Guy: "Hnng! Let go, dammit! I'm strong enough to fold an I-beam!"

Sophie: "Is that all? You do realize that before I got here, there were four tanks?"

Super Guy looks around himself nervously. He guesses that the busted sidewalk should've been a dead giveaway. Plus the news report said that the place was "surrounded by tanks", but the news have exaggerated things before...

Super Guy struggles against your strength in vain.

Sophie: "'Not made of weaksauce', was it?"

Super Guy: "Eep."

You adjust your grip to grab his neck with your other arm, and commence the pummeling. Super Guy's punch cracked windows, yours form cracks in nearby concrete. However, he seems totally impervious to damage and pain, only grunting in slight discomfort. Hitting harder doesn't seem to do anything either.

Sophie: "Grrh... I gotta admit, you're definitely not made of weaksauce."

Super Guy: "See? There's nothing you can do to get rid of me. You'll either surrender or have to deal with me constantly."