Drag was no human, if that wasn't apparent by his radical antlers, so he simply put his toe claws to use, digging them deep into the webbed ground firmly to keep him placed there. Though, Fury was a bit more powerful then before, his continued spewing of lava wouldn't be enough to keep him at bay at this point. Drag cut it off as soon as Fury had raised his hand, Drag wasn't exactly slow himself, he'd been trained in quite a few things himself. Drag's face grew scraggly, then covered in hair almost immediately, his entire body noticeably strengthening in demeanor and looking less "stringbean"-ish, but mostly looking fabulous due to the puffy beard. 

Drag took the blast with all of it's force, even sliding back a couple feet from it, but his durability now dwarfed his unbearded self. Drag got into position, and stamped onto the ground before him, now marching towards Fury, hilt at his side, flicked on, and giving him quite a rude look. He was not a happy camper.