Fury lay on the ground, surrounded by the drained corpses of giant spiders, his clothing splattered with blood. 

He looked up at a dark horizon, sensing nothing of the inhabitants of the planet which he was pretty sure were hiding from him now. There was only the powerful individuals respectively scattered around him, it was in this rare moment of tranquillity that Fury realised Kanitah was still in play. He sighed inwardly, and outwardly, letting his head bang against the petrified ground. 

“Back to work.” He muttered to himself. 

Slowly, so as not to rush something which he usually rushed, he allowed the ebbs of energy twisting around his body at all times to pool into the palms of his hands. He continued to lie there readying himself for the next round of fighting, which he assured himself would be the last, one way or another.