Fury watched with a certain amount of mean amusement as Kanitah was launched bodily away from his exploding projectile, which had left a nasty groove in the earth in its wake. The stocky warrior had been thrown clear, partially by his own quick thinking, and bounced off a tree about forty feet in front of Fury. Once again, although Fury was settling old scores his opponent had yet to enrage him enough to barrel after him, which was probably working in Kanitah’s favour at that point. Fury instead decided to walk over to Kanitah, shaking his arms for different reasons as they felt a little uncomfortable.

“Had enough, ready to roll over and die?” He asked Kanitah as he walked over, letting out a low chuckle with little humour in it. “You should never have got in my way Old Man, you had your chance to escape this fate a long time ago.” Fury spat, rolling his arms and cracking his neck in expectation. He couldn’t quite grab at any energy at that point, having failed to steal any from his opponent his reserves were being used to strengthen his body and project his ever-present shielding, so his ability to fight at range was somewhat hampered. Fury hated extended fights for that reason, especially in areas devoid of most life like this rocky battlefield. If he could get to the tree then he may be able to manifest something that would blow Kanitah to pieces.

Fury’s walk would carry him to Kanitah soon, but his foe would have plenty of time to stand and decide how he would meet Fury’s calm advance.