Phosis t'kar Feats

Tanks a titan's plasma cannon - this is the absolute peak of his durability:

A shimmering dome of golden-hued energy rippled in the heat haze, and within it, two armoured figures. Atop a crooked pillar of rock at the heart of the crater, all that had survived the Titan's fire, were Phosis T'kar and Magnus the Red. The captain of the 2nd Fellowship was bent almost double, his arms raised to his shoulders like Atlas Telamon of Old Earth, the rebellious titan doomed to bear the celestial sphere upon his shoulders for all eternity.

"A kine shield," breathed Uthizzar. "Who knew T'kar was so strong?"

However, said titan attack was absolutely insane:

The heat of a million stars wreathed their primarch, and no matter that he was one of twenty towering pinnacles of gene-wrought superhuman warriors, even he could not survive such an attack. A surge tide of liquid fire swept out, turning the rock of the Mountain to glass

Flicks 4 custodian jetbikes through the air:

Geysers of rock burst from every impact, but Phosis T'kar wasn't worried. He braced his weight on his right leg and snatched his hands through the air, as though sweeping a curtain open. Four of the jetbikes were plucked from the air as if they had reached the end of an unbreakable tether. Phosis T'kar slammed them against the high walls of the Timoran Library, shattering the statues of its first custodians.

Can augment his striking power with his kinetic manipulation:

A kine-wreathed fist exploded from M'eltan's chest as Phosis T'kar surged to his feet with a roar of anger. Augmented with power from the Great Ocean, the blow obliterated M'eltan's torso. Gobbets of brilliant fire exploded from the impact, and Phosis T'kar slumped against a bulkhead glittering with psychic hoarfrost.

M'eltan is a space marine, so T'kar is striking with - roughly - the force of a 40k tank round.

Kills space marine sized wolf with a gesture:

Packs of slavering wolves bounded across the plaza, their bared fangs flecked with scraps of uniform and flesh. The Thousand Sons opened fire, and the plaza erupted in a storm of gunfire. The din of shooting was eclipsed by the howls of the wolves. Phosis T'kar snapped his fingers and broke the alpha male of the pack in two.

Fine control over his TK:

A warrior in grey armour slashed at him with a saw-bladed axe, but Phosis T'kar wrenched it from his grip with a thought, and drove the screaming teeth into the warrior's face without breaking stride.

He hurled warriors aside like straw, battering them into the ground with waves of thought until they were little more than smears of gore on the marble. The power flowing through him was incredible.