“Fuck off weakling.” Fury grunted, not even deeming his arrival worthwhile of standing up. He continued to lie there staring up into the sky. The floor was starting to shake, hardly noticeable as of yet but it was a fair indication that the Fireen was drawing vast reserves of power. He obviously wasn’t too beaten up anymore, so it was a little unclear what the Dragon-hybrid was talking about, unless he inferred that a man lying down around the corpses of spiders hardly scathed was in some sort of trouble. 

Without much effort, Fury began to manipulate the energy he’d drawn in order to prepare an energy blast more than sufficient to launch the annoying individual off his platform. He was keenly aware of his new opponent’s position, if he rushed him there would be no mercy.