It hadn't worked as well as he had expected, but he had struck the arm that he was striking with. This was just as fortunate as him landing his first strike, this gave him a good target for his next strike. Kanitah righted himself into a straighter upright position, his left arm raising rapidly to defend his face. However, this isn't a block. What Kanitah had done last time they had fought, was fight like a hero and not like a warrior. Showboating had nearly cost him his life last time, and now every move that he made was with precision. As Fury's fist flew towards him, he leaned backwards and struck upwards with his forearm.

This blow isn't aimed at Fury's body, no, it's aimed directly for the underside of his arm. If Fury was paying attention, he would remember that Kanitah has rings on every strike surface of his body. Including his forearm. Kanitah lashed at Fury's wrist in an attempt to further numb his arm, intending to make every strike that Fury makes with that arm worthless.  

The big downside of Kanitah's gambit is that he didn't much have the time to move out of the way, or block. So the punch was a guaranteed hit. His eyes squinted tightly and his face scrunched up before the blow landed dead center in his face. Not a full strength blow, but still extremely painful and dazing. It cracked the nasal bone that connects his forehead to his nose, but Kanitah steeled himself and pushed against it with his full weight. Refusing to move from his strike.