As Fury strode closer he nearly stopped to consider Kanitah’s words. It was a question that actually resounded with him, and he was one seldom for deep thought or consideration of his actions. Why was he here, attempting to finish off an opponent he had barely wanted to fight in the first place nigh on three years ago?

The answer pulled at him within his soul, but he couldn’t face it, he never could. 

“You may be in the habit of leaving your foes alive behind you where they can stab you in the back… but I prefer an ending to things.” Fury told him, his voice strong but no longer strained with shouting as they reached a more comfortable distance from each other. He couldn’t help but relive the strange situation that had drove them to fight in the first place so long ago in the twisting worlds of the multiverse. Fury had thought he had finally found his greatest foe, Skallagrim, but had instead locked on to some coward who had recently came into contact with the Dreamer. In his hasty attack he had rather understandably struck up their ire, and Kanitah had taken offence and launched an attack on Fury.

The fight had been brutal but by all accounts relatively short. Fury had gained an early upper-hand and dealt his foe a number of wounds, but the situation had rapidly spiralled out of control and the Fireen had left in embarrassment of the mess he had made. It irked him to this day that Kanitah had not rolled over and died when faced with his full strength, Fury had only ever lost a single fight, and drawing was almost as bitter.

Still, that hardly seemed like enough for him to beat the living crap out of the Angar-Ryllan commander to force him to take Fury to Kanitah when scouts had reported his presence on this rocky planet. It all seemed to be a little mad, damn why was this always happening?

“I used to be a soldier damnit.” Fury muttered to himself, staring at Kanitah and realising he had unconsciously drawn to a stop twenty feet from his foe, a pittance of distance to the superhuman opponents. 

[i]Maybe I am just looking for a fight… maybe there’s a part of me hoping every fight will be my last.
Enough, your pity irritates me, don’t force me to seize your body, you are my vessel, never forget your place.
So be it.[/i]

“Ready yourself, see if you fare any better than last time.” Fury settled with his left foot forward in a boxing stance, his eyes fixed on Kanitah, energy bunching up around his extremities as it always did when he prepared for war.