Untouchable

"He ghosted his fingertips across the white of the silk. He tangled his fist around it, gripping it tightly. Then he let it fall from his fingertips, smoothing it down, as if nothing had ever happened. The silk was smooth, without a wrinkle, without an inkling or hint of its rough treatment. It was perfect. It was unmoved." What happens when a warrior is pushed too far?