"Lord Magtok is not who stands before you today, mortal," he answers, hissing that last word as if it were some extremely foul racial epitaph, and not one that could just as easily be used to describe himself. Then again, maybe he isn't strictly mortal anymore. He might not have a small army of clones like Magtok, but he does have five pillars of hellfire placed behind him for dramatic effect, a swirling whirlwind of death rising up towards the heavens. Each pillar is roughly five feet in diameter, burning intensely enough to hurt the naked eye, and really, really bad news for anyone who gets too close, as hellfire usually is. I hope there wasn't anyone lurking right behind him when he did that, because ouch.
"Magtok is a legacy of failure, a petty charlatan and a sniveling coward. You will not mistake me for my lesser again, or I will boil your eyes in their sockets. I. Am. Malice." the drama queen declares, getting right up in the officer's face to say that last bit, hovering just high enough to loom a few inches over the taller man.